We ran some errands yesterday evening, leaving the dogs at home alone. Yvaine was her usual overjoyed to see us when we returned. She wanted to play with me, which is also usual. Interestingly, Tristan tried to play, too, and she told him off until she was done playing with me.
Buuuuuut when Yvaine was done playing with me, she pounced Tristan, and tussled him until he was exhausted and just laid down.
Then returned to bed, flumped herself down, and made the most self-satisfied, smug, contented sigh I have ever heard out of a dog.