I want to coo and croon about every one of these critters, those present and those gone on. When my friends lose beloved fur friends, I tell them not to decide about another. It's not their call. When the critters are ready, they will appear, and by then you have little to say about it. Of course, they get no cues, but it feels as if they are working off a list and spot the auras around the appropriate people. That little black and white farm collie is a heart throb, and the skeptical looking setter dog in profile, and the big grinning guy with a ball in this mouth, and...and... and. All of 'em.