Rile up the foster brother

I love to rile up my little foster brother.  He barks at me.  I do my little dance.  And then it's wrestle mania.

(I don't know why that little dog has to make all those vicious growl-y noises when we wrestle... maybe he's pretending to be my lion opponent?)

 

 Play like this a time or two a day and I'm ready to nap (and chew on some toys).