My Bichon has discovered his tail, or rather, from his persepective, someone has attached a pompom toy to his back. It has been there for fourteen months, how could he have missed such a goodie. Last night he ran around in circles, this lovely toy always just beyond reach. Faster and faster he whirled until somehow, he managed to grab it in his mouth. He noticed he was being watched, so he stopped to look pleased with himself and grin at us. Yes, he grins.
He has done something we call “crazy dog” since he was a little puppy. Crazy dog is a sort of running snorting turning thing, all at top speed. He was just so pleased with himself that he launched into crazy dog, but having done so many revolutions his balance wasn’t what he was expecting. He ran BLAP directly into his plastic dog house. Head first. Tiffanie thinks he is a petit malin, but this wasn’t his finest moment.