Doggie Dramas

I was recently asked by a client to do an article about "Amazing Dog Reunions" for a doggie daycare center.
Here's my exchange with him. Fortunately, he has a sense of humor.

Me: Not sure what Amazing Dog Reunions is supposed to be about.
Events at MHM? Long-lost dogs reunited with owners? Dogs seeing one another for the first time in years?
This can go several ways.
Point me in one.
Client: It think some dog reunions after a long trip.

Me: That seems very visual to me and better suited to YouTube or Facebook videos.

Verbally, it’s kinda weak unless I go all literary on it.

Here are some possibilities:

Straight account:

We came home. The dog was very excited to see us when we picked it up at MHM. It barked, jumped, squealed, and peed on the floor. It was so excited that it peed in the car on the way home, too. We had to sell the car.

Literary account (romantic):

My heart was pounding as I approached the kennel where Bruno had spent the week. Would he still love me or would he reject me like so many other males in my life? I had my answer when the wire gate was opened. Bruno leapt onto my eager body, forcing me onto my back, and began licking softly at the drops of blood that had formed where he had lacerated my heaving breast while pawing me passionately. The air was ripe with the aroma of love. I stopped at the market on the way home and bought a large jar of peanut butter.

Literary account (hard-boiled detective):

It was time to spring the bitch from the cage that had been her prison for the last ten days. As I approached her pen, she lay motionless. Her dark, dewy eyes followed me across the room. She growled softly as I opened the door. It was a familiar sound, but I never knew whether it was a come-on or a warning. I took a chance.

“How ya doin’, babe?” I asked nonchalantly.

Another rumble emanated from deep inside her. She sprang at me, teeth bared.

I grabbed her by the silky hair on the back of her neck before she could rip out my throat. It was a neck I knew well.

I held her face defiantly close to mine. The heat of her breath was enough to curdle a mother’s milk.

Then suddenly, the tension flowed from her body like an ebbing tide and she began kissing me eagerly on every square inch of my face.

Dames are like that.

Or we could come up with another idea.