I get home and he runs over the me enthusiastically wagging his tail. He then turns in three circles as I reach for his lead and just as I am about to put his harness on he races up and down the stairs at least twice, locates his bone and runs up to me with it in his mouth like an enormous cigar. There is no way I can get his harness on as he continues spinning, wagging and jumping about.
Eventually I grab his collar, wrestle the bone out of his mouth and slip the harness on and then its Walkies!
Who wouldn't smile at a greeting like that?
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