I took Lomax to our vet this evening for a look at what I thought was a hot spot on his tail. It's nothing serious, don't worry -- it just turned out to be a cut or scrape that got out of hand. I didn't see anything happen, he never yelped that I know of, and I didn't notice it because the hair on his tail is so thick.
Anyway, the point: as Lomax is at the vet, being poked and prodded and examined, he is wiggling furiously. With great joy. As always. He's got a nasty cut on his tail, but that doesn't stop said tail from whipping and wagging. With great joy. As always. And I am attempting to hold him still so the doc can get a look at the affected area.
As Mr. Exuberance is busy licking my face and folding himself in half in order to snort in Dr. Liebl's face, the doc says to me:
"Happy little guy, isn't he?"
Yes. Yes, he is.