The Bane of Gullible Dogs...

Animal behavior cracks me up! You know the kind: the cat that goes straight up the drapes, the dog who scratches for traction on a wood floor, tail and bum tucked low for speed, the dog who is running so fast he is at a near 90 degree angle on the backs of the furniture... all of this leaves me weak with laughter!

Yesterday I stopped at Sonic for a Dr. Pepper so today I had the cool Styrofoam cup, lid and straw and I just refilled it with my own sub-standard ice, (I LOVE Sonic's crushed ice!!) and DP. For some unknown reason I squeaked the straw up and down, you know the sound (especially if you've ever watch Toy Story).

Harley was in on the back of the couch in the front room... his favorite place to watch the world outside. He came to investigate the noise.


I made more squeaking noises. He wasn't sure about that and ran away. But it didn't take him long to pick up on the fact that this was a game! So I proceeded to chase him all over the house squeaking.

Then he did my classic, well-loved dog behavior. (This dog has some serious hops!) He leaped onto the "old" brown couch, turned on the speed and ran the gambit at a 45 degree angle along the backs of that couch and the "new" couch, leaped to the top of the love seat, bounded off onto the carpet and scrambled up the stairs. By this time I was weak with laughter and collapsed onto the love seat! What a funny doggy!


We played a little more and then he went to his "happy place" in Papa's arms. He knew he was safe there and that the mean noise couldn't get him anymore.