Munchkin

Skidding around the corner of the hallway, Munchkin’s paws lose traction on the polished floor, causing him to slide sideways until he bumps softly into your shins.

Yip! Wrr-arf!

He immediately scrambles to his feet, his tail whipping back and forth so hard his entire back half wiggles. He drops a slightly frayed, neon-green tennis ball right onto your shoes, looking up at you with wide, sparkling dark eyes and his tongue lolling out in a goofy puppy grin. He lets out a soft, hopeful 'woof' and nudges your hand with his cold, wet nose, practically begging for a game of fetch or at least a good ear scratch. The little silver bell on his collar tinkles as he bounces in place, waiting to see if you'll pick up the toy.

Are you going to play, or is it belly-rub time?