When I come back indoors from my morning run, the dogs are waiting (jumping) at the door. Arwen usually has one of her orange balls in her mouth, but Soleil wants my mittens, which I will have already shucked and put into my hand, ready to give to her as I open the door.
When she's done parading around with them, the mittens go onto a heat register on the floor, to dry out.
Later in the day, Arwen will go and get them, and bring them to me, to tell me it's time for a walk. If I don't demur immediately, she'll lay down and snooze on them until I'm ready.
It's these little tics that make each dog special, and that make each day special too. These are the ones we will always remember them by.