I usually spaz out once a day. I try to get Yogi to do it with me. Sometimes, he will and, sometimes, he says he's too tired from playing ball at the bark park. I run around the apartment really fast, grab a squeaky toy, and squeak it until I finally plop down in exhaustion. It makes my mama laugh, though.
I spaz on a daily basis. I love to get on my back in the grass and just rub back and forth. Then indoors, I get the notion to chase my sister Annushka all around the apartment, grab her leg and pull her around. I think she likes it, but Mom usually makes me stop...something about her being more delicate than I am.
I know we call it spazzing out, but isn't it wonderful that animals can have such times of unbridled joy and energy, every single day? When was the last time YOU felt like just rolling in the grass and being carefree?
(O'Brien spazzes rarely, but you can hear the thumpthumpitythump of paws when a session starts)
Colton on Jul 02 at 11:27 AM