Willow, my sweet puppy and loyal companion went wild this morning. As we were approaching the first lake on our, up to then, sedate walk we strolled down the grassy hillside and then it happened. The Sheltie mischief gene kicked into overdrive. With no warning, Willow dove at my ankles grabbed my sweat pants and did her best to tackle me. She play-growled, wrapped her paws around my shoes and tried to undo the laces. Then she shot off to run and run in giant circles around me before dancing in to play bow and tackle me again. She was bright-eyed, I'm sure laughing at me, with her tail up at full flag as it is whenever she's playing. I find it impossible to get mad when she's so clearly enjoying herself. I just plunked down on the dewy grass and she came running over and lept into my lap for cuddles and belly rubs. It's a very good way to start a day, laughter and love.