Overture Downs you wore corduroy pants to your middle school dance

The laugh was good enough for him. Perhaps she would always be afraid of wolves, and with good reason. But Sriracha was a pragmatic man. He could see that she (at least, he thought it was a she) was doing a much better job cleaning him with her dextrous little fingers than he ever could. She was helping him, and in return he would very graciously not kill her. Fair trade.

When she begins fussing with a particularly annoying matted clump of fur, the relief is so sweet that Sriracha splashes onto his side, giving her better access. And, should she continue, his back leg would start to thump against the ground, splashing water everywhere in his canine glee.