Crazy A** Dog

Our cocker spaniel, Deuce, got groomed last night. We took off his traditional cocker hair cut and shaved him pretty short. He was carrying in entire trees worth of leaves each time he went out and the mats in his hair were getting ridiculous. With his now found hair freedom, he has gone even crazier than he already was. Lia and I are listening to him run around this house like some mad man (or dog), doing laps from the couch, through the office, up the stairs, down the stairs, through the dining room, back up on the couch...and here we go again. He's not used to being out of his cage in the mornings because we're usually gone by now. Lia has a doctor's appointment this morning, so I let him out to play while I wait on her to get ready. Lap three...he should sleep well while we're gone. Ok, now he's in the kitchen...and that better be his food he's eating and not the cats. He's been trying so hard to figure out how to get to their food. I better go check...