I'm having a blast working on my dance routine! It just feels good to be ME and to be jumping and flying through the air. Momma says I need to curb my enthusiasm a bit, but I say, NO WAY! She needs to step up to the plate and work on HER moves.
Plus we spend FOREVER waiting around while she tries to remember how to use her dumb iPod.
I find her hand signals quite confusing. I am not sure this particular one actually meant "sit on your bottom and bend sideways" but I was willing to try.
When in doubt... JUMP! You can't go wrong and will get points for cuteness.
You want to hear something totally ridiculous? My brother, Mango, the Relentlessly Graceless is trying to do a doggie trio dance routine with Tula and Norwood.
I do feel kind of sorry for the big guy because the phenobarbital has made him relentlessly uncoordinated. He doesn't even know what his back end is doing half the time.
Watch this sad excuse for a dance rehearsal.
I believe my first place spot is not threatened by those three.
Hey DOH! Try putting the camera where Tula isn't behind a bush next time. Sheesh.
Look at these pictures I found on the flashy.
Duh... is there something caught in my lips?
OOOOOO! How embarrassing. In front of Tula, no less.
How about now? Yup, still there...
Hello? Anybody home?
Momma says I shouldn't make fun of Mango. OK, to be honest, I am kind of worried about him but you have to understand that getting yard debris caught in those ginormous jowls isn't anything new. Sometimes he even wipes his face on ME. Yuck.