Dudley spends his days napping. He is a very proficient napper! If there was a Dog Olympics, he would be the Michael Phelps of napping.
Greyhounds are sprinters, not marathoners, so they tend to have one HUGE burst of energy a day, and spend the rest of their days eating and sleeping, to get ready for the next HUGE burst of energy. And, once a day (at least), Dudley will EXPLODE into the backyard, and run around the back half of the garden, which he has turned into his own personal racetrack. And he will RUN and RUN and RUN, so fast that I can barely keep up with him with the camera.
But every once in awhile, he gets all petulant, and doesn't want to RUN, and instead wants to use his energy to annoy everyone in the house, lol. And first he'll sit in front of me and bark, and then Iain (if it's a weekend), and then he'll bark at Olivia, because he knows she's third in charge, and, when none of us respond to his entreaties, he'll go and try to get Zelda to play, and she never wants to when he's in That Mood, so he goes and nips at his plushy toys in a giant, ass-in-the-air playbow crouch, while his silly ears twitch in a hilarious way.
Naturally, I took him outside to play right after this. And I chased him until he RAN and RAN and RAN. And then he came inside and went to sleep.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
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