Rosy does this thing Geoff and I call “the crazy dance.” It usually happens on a big patch of grass—more often than not, one of the nicely manicured lawns that we pass on our walk. It starts all of a sudden. She could be sniffing or just walking along, when BOOM! She runs one way! Then she runs the other way! Her eyes bulge out of her head! She pauses to catch her breath, daring us to join in. Then she’s off again, tearing around in circles, having the best time a greyhuahua knows how to have.
Last week at the beach, I caught the crazy dance on video. (To the extent that I could, anyway.)
And yes, that music WAS playing in the background at the time. Amazing.