Got a little teary reading this
From June 9th, 2003:
The Nice Friendliness Of Pets
Occasionally, while I'm sitting here typing, one of my dogs will walk in, with his nails tapping on the tiles as he approaches. Just to alert me that he's near, he'll touch my leg with his nose. It's the cutest thing. That's the extent of it: tap, turn, leave.
I always immediately pat him on the side, and each time it seems to scare him a little, but he's always happy for the attention and will stop and wait for me to finish.
Been a long time gone, now, nearly 20 years later, but still love and miss those little dudes.