Got in a slap fight today with my dog.
Yeah. I did and I'm not ashamed one bit.
I come home from work, walk in the door to see my female dancing around on her hind legs, front paws out and yammering at me like crazy. Typical over the top greeting from my dogs. For whatever reason I went to my knees and started batting at her paws, well she batted right back. So I went for her head, and she followed suit. Excited, no. In some plane of existence that supersedes wetting the floor happy, yes. The session devolved into her draped over my shoulder with her crying with glee. My male took the easy road and just flopped over in front of me demanding rubs.
Coming home to that is life affirming. I made their day by just walking in the door. It's the simple things really....
Never cook bacon while naked.