I miss the feel of a dog

Yes, it is strange. I miss having a dog or dogs at home. Having grown up with the hairy little beasts all my life, it seems logical that I would miss having one; but I really feel sad when I come home and there's no wagging tail and ecstatic drooling at my return.
When I see them on the street, other people's dogs, I have to force myself not to touch them. I saw a beautiful mutt today, as I got onto the tram; not sure of the breed but it was a largish wuffle, grey, and soaked to the skin from the rain earlier on. He had sad eyes and was so good, didn't bark or growl at anyone, and my heart just melted.
I don't miss the dog hair everywhere, and the not being able to sit on the couch if wearing black pants - risking it meant long doggy hair all over your bum (so glam when on the way out for the night) but I do miss the loyalty and fun and playing and soppy lovableness.
I didn't see the soaked dog when I got off the tram, his owner must have left before me. I will think of him all day today. I've always had big dogs; and I've grown to love that if you sit on the floor and they're sitting up, you can look them straight on, and snuggle their neck.