@roger,
Those farging little bastigis. Of course they'll come back because you have the food and they can't get it themselves.
You've not spent enough time with Dante to realize that when he gracefully switches his tail and rubs against your legs, he is telling you that you may love him, admire his beauty and pet him until he is tired of you.
Of course, you really know Sally Dog, she of the wet, sloppy kisses and joyful jumping to get you're attention. A party girl all the way.
A house full of love. What's better than that?