Okay, I've realized that I officially have the weirdest dogs in the canine world.
"What's Shiva done now?" you're all asking.
It was Kharma. She's bored, because of course, she can't go outside to run and play until after dark because she'll herd the cowsies until she's got the poor beasts all in one corner of the pasture. So she's just bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
Chester is outside with Bimmer and Shiva's inside with us being moody and PMSing in the middle of estrus.
So, Kharma, to amuse herself, starts "singing," rolls her head down underneath her front legs with the top of her skull in the middle of the afghan she's pulled off the sofa, sticks her butt in the air with her back legs stretched as straight as she can possible get them - tippy toe - and, still singing, is going round and round in circles like a break dancer spinning on his head.
I don't know how bored she still is . . . but I'm sure not bored!
"What's Shiva done now?" you're all asking.
It was Kharma. She's bored, because of course, she can't go outside to run and play until after dark because she'll herd the cowsies until she's got the poor beasts all in one corner of the pasture. So she's just bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
Chester is outside with Bimmer and Shiva's inside with us being moody and PMSing in the middle of estrus.
So, Kharma, to amuse herself, starts "singing," rolls her head down underneath her front legs with the top of her skull in the middle of the afghan she's pulled off the sofa, sticks her butt in the air with her back legs stretched as straight as she can possible get them - tippy toe - and, still singing, is going round and round in circles like a break dancer spinning on his head.
I don't know how bored she still is . . . but I'm sure not bored!
