Meet Olive.

(No, she isn't mine. Departed wolves are not replaceable, or at least my one isn't. I'm just puppy-sitting.)

Here she looks like a very mature, calm canine lady.

In reality she's an extremely hyper pup whose wriggling seems to defy all physical laws relating to simple harmonic motion. Unfortunately the only shots I got of her in that mode involve an extreme close up of two nostrils shoved into my lens, so you'll need to settle for this slightly misleading image.