This dog is hilarious. Most evenings I find that instead of watching the tv show I've tuned into, I'm just watching him with his crazy play. I know he does this when I'm not home - I've seen the redecorating.
But he will make the most use of the space available, and just goes nuts. It's not destructive, it's rowdy. With toys cast around he leaps, pounces, jumps & spins, pounces, and chomps on whichever one is next to his face when he lands. Then he throws them up and either catches them, or waits for me to pick it up from my lap and toss it back. Yes, the toys sometimes whack me in the head.
It's so entertaining that I forget to be annoyed at the riotous disruption to my peaceful evening unwinding from work. He is SO good natured, so happy, and so lovable. And, slowly, he's learning boundaries. I try to insist on some restraint, but I have to give the guy room to express himself. It's like living with an artist or an actor. They're a little out there, but they mean well.
His new thing is that he loves to go lay on my bed and watch me from the open bedroom door. It doesn't last long, but I guess he's feeling privileged to be allowed up there. I frankly don't care, as long as he moves out of the way when I want to get in there. And he does. At night if he's there where I need to lay, I say quietly, "move" and he does. He goes and gets on his big plush dog bed. We have agreed that we don't want to sleep together in the same bed. We both like to have our space. After all, we both earned the rest.
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