By Unknown
Wait, no, you've got it all wrong! I'm not jumping for joy in a figurative sense. In fact, I'm actually feeling a little down today... my kibble this morning was a bit stale, and it really threw me into a strange kind of funk! Rather, I'm literally jumping for Joy, because that's my human's name, and she requested that I jump. Which is totally fine, because a.) I like her so I like doing tricks for her and b.) she promised to compensate my leap with a milkbone.
Well to be fair, I suppose they don't really have feathers... but what I'm trying to say is they stick together, in the most adorably literal way possible!
If the apple isn't sufficient fuel to keep the vet off this puppy's back, I'm pretty sure his puppy eyes will work in a pinch.