As I scoop kibble into Fleegle’s bowl, he spins in circles counter clockwise, always counter clockwise, and he sort of leads with his butt like a backwards circle.
“Keep it coming,” he says and spins another circle.
I pour in the third scoopful and tighten the lid back on the kibble container.
“What are you doing? That was only two. Just because you’re dieting doesn’t mean I need to. Don’t over identify with your dog, Raud.”
“That was three scoops.”
“No it wasn’t. It was only two.”
“You can’t count and spin at the same time.”
“I can too. I can multitask better than you anytime.”
“Big words big shot. Back them up.”
“I can walk and carry a stick. I can run and carry a ball, or two balls even, and sometimes three.”
I stare at him, nonplussed.
“Yeah, you can probably do those things too, huh?”
“That’s what I was thinking.”
“Well, I can walk and poop at the same time. Ha, beat that.”
I shake my head in defeat.
“Now give me my third scoop.”