Wifey and I were having our coffee this morning, and the dogs were there with us, as they always are.

Mister Puppy started scratching at his head and I happened to be scratching my head, too.

Then he started biting his leg, just as I undid my watch band to scratch an itch on my wrist.

He then rolled around a bit before proceeding to lick his, umm… to lick himself.

“Now I’d like to see you do that,” Wifey said to me.

Is that what they mean by “a dog’s life” by any chance?