The other morning I had to take the dogs to the groomer to get their haircuts, and since it was on the way I took Sennet with me to drop him off at school afterwards.

I had both dogs in the middle seats for the drive over there and was just talking and singing with Sennet.

Suddenly Sennet said, in a serious-questioning voice, “What’s Kaiser doing?”

Without turning around I nonchalantly said, “He going to get his hair cut.”

Sennet, said – very serious this time, “No. What’s Kaiser DOING?”

I turned around to see Sennet down pointing at Kaiser from his child seat.

Kaiser was in the passenger-side foot well and had dug out the Kleenex box that I have stashed under the seat. He was madly digging into it with both front paws as if he was frantically trying to dig to China. Kleenex and shredded bits of cardboard box was flying up between his legs and out from his sides and floating around the back of the car…

Crazy hound.

bad dog