Deuce never fails to put me in a good mood. he is quite a ritualistic little dog. Whenever he finishes eating, he always comes to find us, look at us, then trot back to his (empty) bowl and lick it some more. Is he saying thank you? Or is he telling us his bowl is empty an we ought to fill it again?
And now yesterday and this morning, as I sit at the computer, he has taken to chasing his tail, around and around in the hallway, mouth wide open with a huge grin. puts me in stitches. He’s such a funny little thing.