This is what I see when I come home. Andy shows up to greet me!

Andy has to sniff my hand, to make sure I’m me, I imagine…or to pick up hints about where I was and what I was doing.

I try to “boop” his nose, then, but he prefers I rub his face. That’s fine with me. His face is “floofy” and soft as silk. I can “boop” his nose later.