Look Ma! Lookit what I did!

In a way, I'm glad we've been training Dale to come and bark when he needs to go out. He's made the transfer to when he wants something, he comes and barks or whines or bumps my hip with his nose. Something to get my attention.

Today, he came and bumped my hip while I was working on the computer.

"Do you need to go out?"

>blank stare<

"In the back?"

>another blank stare<

"Ok....I give up...What do you want?"

"wuff" Dale prances over to the door and turns around looking at me expectantly.

I stand up and Dale trots out into the hallway. Upon seeing that I'm following him, Dale takes off in his happy excited bounce and wiggles into the livingroom.

"Look Ma! Look at what I did! Isn't it Great?"

That is, to the untrained eye, a foam ball that has been gutted and shredded and tossed around the living room....in other words, a mess.

But to the trained Canine eye, it is...

a work of ART!

The artist was surprised by his critic's reaction, and is currently sulking in his kennel.