I find it sobering to see what sits just below my placid exterior. At least, I hope it's placid. I try to self-regulate and present my "best" self to the world.
Unfortunately, that fiction (that I'm well-behaved) doesn't help anyone, least of all this dear puppy. After all these years of spiritual practice, I'm still pretty darned crazy. Most people will never see that, but Ollie experiences it every day.
And, still, he licks my face every chance he gets. Puppy kisses.