So, because Lynnie is back east, we are watching Tru (yes I now she spells it True - she can spell it that way on her blog. To my mind, if she wanted to name a boy Truman, and names the girl Tru, well it is a moo point*).
So Tru is a Basenji - which is African for great dog when you are there, crazy maniacal destroyer of homes when you are out. So, poor Tru has to go in the crate during the day. Lynnie has a run, but we don't. Well we feel bad that she is crated all day. So when we get home we let her run around and generally hang out.
She also sleeps in the crate (this is per Lynn's instructions).
Well this morning, she and Ashford get up and start running out in the back yard. She comes in and eats while I am eating, then Ashford comes in. Then they start to play. True is running and Ashford chasing. Ashford is thrilled. This is the game he and Hastings used to play. (Hastings, by the by, is sleeping in bed with Ed during all of this.) It goes on for about 15 minutes, up the stairs, down the stairs, around the kitchen. They are having a great time. Tru is having fun. Ashford... pant pant pant... is having ... pant pant pant... a great... pant ... ti-pant-me.
Ed (from a sleeping position) hears Ashford in the other room as Tru and Ashford are wrestling. He calls out, "Honey, slow down. You're gonna have a heart attack". Ashford and Tru lay down with Ed and Hastings as I leave. Upstairs, in the garage, I can still hear Ashford trying to get his breath.
* Moo Point: (origin Friends) It doesn't make any difference. It's a cow's opinion. It's "Moo".