I had taken him for a walk and he was so happy. He frolicked (and did doggy business #1 and #2) and made new friends.
When we got back to my parents house, I thought he’d be ready for a cookie. I hunted around and finally found one I thought was proportionate to the amount of walking we had done. I heard an odd noise coming from the pillow on which he sleeps…
…and this is where the handy iPhone came in.
Now if I can only get some videos of him when he’s scratching himself so hard he whimpers because he’s hurting himself. He is the world’s sweetest dog. Sometimes he’s not the brightest…but he’s all mine and I wouldn’t want it any other way.