That was friggin' awesome, I laughed my arse off.Non-dog people must think we're out of our minds when stuff like that happens... only a dog owner could understand, the love they give more than makes up for all the projectile vomiting, the chewed up shoes, the stolen roasts, etc etc etc.
I used to be a member of a VERY cat-person-obsessed discussion board. Dog-persons were barely acceptable. OK, I've lived with cats. They are weird and sometimes amusing.But. Dogs. The love. Ya gotta return it. The picture in my profile is Rufus, The Clown Dog. I swear, I found my avatar in that being. He, like me, (and if he had fingers) would set his hair on fire to get a laff. Total joker. My dogilogical clock has been going off for a long time now. But the new stoooopid rules are disinspiring. Leashes. Run-free areas in parks. Hanging out in such areas with people who buy pure-breds and lattes. Eeeeeesh.I miss Rufus. And his predecessor, the less humourous but way more vigilant, Max.OK, maudlinness (zat a word?) done.