I don't know if I've ever had a dog before with
a sense of humor. Seven dogs over 44 years. Dante does.
He plays his little
joke very politely, when you're lying in bed, and you wake up in the morning.
Then, instead of carefully coming up on the high bed, and curling himself
slowly around you to sleep, as he does in the night, he leaps up, walks all
over you with this huge grin on his face, and then sits on you, turning with
tongue out, body wiggling, doing his dog laugh.
He think's he's so funny when
he does this, that I began telling him 'Funny!", so that now, when I say
the word, he looks to see if I'm actually on the bed, and the games can
begin.
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