I hate leaving my dog Koda. He’s a super sensitive guy, he always knows when I am about to leave him and goes and lays down in my closet as if to hold fort until I return. I always tell him exactly when I will be back as I would like to believe that he can understand and have context for my departure. I realized today that I gave him a kiss but not my husband as I ran out the door late for the airport (again). Probably not a good thing—kissing dog over husband, but let’s be honest—my dog has always been my greatest love affair.