My dog is kind of dumb. Whether I leave to take out the trash for a minute or 10 hours at work, he gets all excited when I come back. Don't you have any concept of time, Buddy? Don't you? No, you don't. You're a dog. Lucky for me though, this is the kind of love I get walking through the door:
Hi, you're home! Hi! Hi! Hi! Give me your hand! Please!!
OMG, I can't stretch up any higher! Please! Please!
4.5 minutes later, it's back to this: