“In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag.” ― W. H. Auden

They take over the back yard, emitting sounds that might sound dangerous to others, but I know better. Recognizing the sounds of joy, I sit with my camera and watch; ears flapping, tails wagging, they finally come to rest at my feet. He tries to crawl under my chair, but she will have none of that. I reach in my pocket, handing over a small treat to each of them, before they head off to do it all over again.