I love this dog. He's my adorable clown. In the mornings, Morgan and I have a little ritual. After I get out of bed (and out of the shower) I'll sit on the floor with him and cuddle for a few minutes, complete with giving him a good belly and ear scratch. He adores this ritual, and usually tries to get in my lap before I'm completely on the floor. Well, this morning, we did our little ritual, then I got up and turned away to start picking out my clothes for the day. As I was opening up my dresser, I hear Morgan start to make a weird noise. It was like he was trying to whisper, but all that came out was a hushed, "ngaaaah! ngaaah! ngaaaah! ngaaaaaaaaah!". I looked back at him to see what was going on, and he was lying sprawled on his back, trying to scratch his own belly with a hind foot. What a goofball! Apparently he thought our cuddle/belly scratching time was cut a little short today. :lol-sign: I really wish I'd been able to snap a picture of him; it was too funny!