I feel so odd about that. Like I ought to jump in my jammies and brush my teeth for bed as soon as I walk in the door. My pupsicles are not too fond of wearing their sweaters (well, I just tried it, it was an idea, and apparently not a very good one). They all three clamor and scamper about my knees while I'm trying to open the door, turn on lights, feed them. I choose to look at it like this: they LOVE me. Although, it could be a combination of...we are lonely, let us inside, feed us! water, we neeeeeed fresh water with no leaves in it....I'm going with, they LOVE me.