I've often compared Gimli to a barbarian. He's a furry tank, with strong muscles, and an even stronger personality... except when it comes to me.
The other day, Mike was playing indoor fetch and he threw a spiky ball down the hallway - it looked like this one.
He missed completely and it bounced off the wall and onto Gimli's head. Mike checked on Gimli, who was fine, if not a little startled.
Gimli was ready to go chase the ball, but then I called him over.
He comes walking over, his eyes closed into little squints and his ears to the side. I kissed his head and off he went to play.
Such a diva!