Ginger, she would stand and lean against me as hard as she could. When I'd come home from work, she'd greet me at the door whining. I'd whine back at her, so she'd whine back harder. We'd just go back and forth whining as hard as we could at each other. When she wagged her tail, it wasn't some wafting thing. That thing would bang like a bass drum when she'd hit the wall with it. It was almost like a tree branch, hitting your leg.
good times. :-)