and it's not a good thing. When we found Ralphie three weeks ago, he had been chewed up from one end to the other - including a few bite marks on the very tip of his tail. He was apparently trying to get away from whatever had a hold on him but I guess he just wasn't fast enough.
Back to the "Happy Tail" - Ralphie gets SO excited when we let him out of his crate and he's wagging his tail SO hard that when it hits the wall (or the crate, or the sofa, or my legs) it knocks the scabs of the end of his tail. And in case you ever wondered, tails bleed like ears or nails that you clip too short.
Basically my kitchen looks like a crime scene. If a forensic unit ever comes into my house, I'll probably be doing some jail time.