She stands at my knee, prancing excitedly like a Lipizzaner on parade. Trying to speak, all she gets out is “gruff, grrrrrufff, gruffff.” I swear she is smiling at me, laughing because I don’t get her joke. I imagine it’s something like, “hurry, Timmy has fallen down the well. Again!”
What she’s really asking is for me to let her out the back door. There are squirrels in the trees, taunting her and daring her to chase them. Bounding out in the yard, she barks a warning. The exuberance of her bouncing contradicts her growls.
She just wants to play.
Thin spiral notebook 
Have you read The Art of Racing in the Rain? It’s told from a dog’s perspective, and I imagine the narrator looks something like your puppy.
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I could have SWORN I commented on this.
I’m either losing my mind, or your blog is losing my comments. It was something about being a cat person but admiring the exuberant cheerfulness of the dog. 😉
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Squirrels, rabbits. pigeon, magpies, ducks, all for the fun of the chase.
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Asta, my mini-Lab, squirrel chaser, wouldn’t know what to do it she actually caught something.
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They do tend to be surprised don’t they!
Maggie’s rolled a pigeon (feathers everywhere, but no damage) and flipped a baby rabbit by sticking her nose under its scut, then watched it hop into the bush.
Curiosity more than anything else.
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Takes me back years ~ To our dear old Labrador type cross-bed, “Trusty” 🙂 Another smile. 🙂
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We’ve had three Labs, and they are all such wonderful companions.
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This made me smile. Nice squirrel chaser you have there.
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Asta is a mess, but she makes me very happy.
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