After days of eating drywall mud and sniffing paint, the dog has gone all weird on us.
First she greeted John by alternately jumping up and down (straight up and down: more a boing than a leap) in front of him and chasing her tail. It was all boing boing boing circle circle bite.
Then she insisted on following me up and down the stairs three times as I tried to hang a picture.
Now she's crashed out under Noel's desk, snoring.
Maybe she's pining for Simon.
