tiny bubbles

It's funny how some things come naturally for the little kielbasa while other things don't. When tiny chumley first came into our lives some two and a half years ago, a passerby got a good chuckle out of seeing us paused at a fire hydrant, me trying to pique Baxter's interest in what every other dog knows to be the canine equivalent of Facebook, and Baxter doing a pretty good job of being disinterested. Sniffing and marking fire hydrants, and leg lifting in general? Not his cup of pee, apparently.

Bunny sniffing and chasing clicked instantly for the little kielbasa, and squirrels came on the radar once the bunnies became scarce in the fall. Yes, although there were some things I thought should be instinctual but weren't, there were definitely things that he just knew he could, should, and would do. Like bobbing for carrots, now an ancient tradition spanning two generations of doxies in our household.

The happy song, by the way, is from My Neighbor Totoro, a thoughtful and delightful animated Hayao Miyazaki film, which I had the pleasure of watching again recently with my own little totoro by my side.