Walking the dog in the morning used to be a nice break. An exercise, quite literally, in nature and meditation. Not any more. Gibby has a new hobby. He dances.(photo taken this morning of foolish dog by p.o.ed owner)Not once, not twice, but literally dozens of times during the walk, he grabs the leash in his mouth (the above time so strongly that he took it out of my hands) and dances with unabashed joy. It was funny the first time, even the second time, but now.......we are consulting with smarter people to break him of this habit. I'm sure the neighbors enjoy it. There is probably even a telephone chain to warn people of his approach. "Yes, they are rounding the corner. He's dancing and she is not looking very happy." Sigh.
Maybe he watches too much television and saw this.
Or maybe this....