Last night, I drove home from work thinking about beer. I knew that I had some Guiness in my refrigerator (don't hate...) and it's fair to say that I was fixating on it all the way home.
I got home and found just one left in the fridge. I opened it ands went in to see the dogs. Murphy ran towards me so I set the beer down to play with him for a few seconds as we've often done in the past, but suddenly I heard a "CLUNK" sound as Belle ran up from behind me and KNOCKED THE BOTTLE OVER!
My last beer, spilled all over the floor. Gone. (sob!)
Murphy just stood there, aghast. He knew what had just transpired.
The only thing that kept me from tossing Belle right back into the jeep at that moment was the fact that it obviously dawned on her that something unspeakably horrible had just happened that she was somehow connected to. She flopped down on the floor next to me and rolled over onto her back, waving her paws in the air and wagging her tail.
The cuteness. It was incredible. Her eyes radiated innocence and fawning love and it de-escalated the situation and soothed me to the point that I almost didn't miss the beer.
So I rubbed her tummy and scratched Murphy's ears, and they both gave me licks, and I shrugged and got over the lost beer and all was right in the Lair again.
And then I realized that someone had to clean that mess up, and it wasn't going to be either of the dogs.