It's one of my favorites.

It must have been some time in '92 or '93. My dad was on the floor playing with Pete. Dad had Pete's bone nuzzled inside his chest and he was rolling on the ground. This delighted Pete. He was so excited that he wasn't just wagging his tail, he was wagging his entire behind and waiting for the pack leader's next move. I imagine Pete felt more privileged to be playing with the pack leader than any other member of the pack. My dad and the dog both seemed really happy. I love to think of that memory. I feel blessed to have memories of my family being happy. I love them so much and happiness is just what I want for them.