When they reached the car, it was shaking from Ilia's jumping and barking. She was trying to squeeze herself through the two-inch gap at the top of the window that Joy had left open for fresh air. There was nothing for it but to open the door and let her dive into Kubu's arms and do a complete lick and polish of his face. (from The Second Death of Goodluck Tinubu by Michael Stanley)
I've totally lost track of the number of rotten days that have been magically transformed by coming home to my dog. Animals have an amazing way of putting things into perspective, don't they?