Of all the ridiculous things Lambert has done for love, letting his boyfriends’s dog step all over him to make him laugh has got to be near the top.

“Fine,” he says, still a little breathless. “Then I guess I’ll just have to steal your dog too.”

He puts his hands right up against that big fuzzy head as it leans in to sniff him, finding Baker’s favorite spots to give a vigorous scratch.

“Isn’t that right, boy?” he croons. “Come with me and I’ll feed you enough treats to make you pop.”