A quiet Friday night before a long weekend
I don't know who does more sliding across the kitchen floor, but I know that my dogs have a great advantage by having four pegs holding their bodies up. Whenever I go screaming through the kitchen, chasing them and playing a tiresome game of "you're going to give me that tennis ball, you little bastard", I'm the only one to ever fall down and bust my ass when making the sharp turn around the island.