dog love

You're walking in the park with your Pomeranian, a fluffy white cloud named Funtik. He suddenly darts forward, tugging at his leash.

You see him running towards another Spitz. Just as fluffy, just as white.

They meet and begin to circle each other—slowly at first, then faster. They bark, wag their tails, and rejoice.

You try to move away, but Funtik digs in his heels and pulls you forward.

The second owner can't cope either.

The Spitz dogs circle faster and faster. The leashes begin to intertwine.

You try to untangle yourself, but you only get more entangled.

You both almost fall over when the leashes finally cross, leaving you inches apart.

You look up. He's looking at you. Funtik and his new friend are sitting contentedly next to each other, looking at you.

“Well… they found each other,” he says with a smile.

“We’re confused,” you answer.

You laugh, trying to free your hand, but the leash only tightens further.

“It looks like we’re together now,” he jokes.

Funtik wags his tail contentedly, as if to say: “I did everything right.”