My ridiculous Tweetie Girl! My mom has me taking her molasses treat every afternoon (Majesty Flex Wafers). Flea trots right up when I whistle now, so she was at my side the minute I climbed the fence. But after she finished chewing the treat, she maneuvered herself so that she was standing next to me with her shoulder at mine. I could tell exactly what she wanted me to do!
Flea loves to be scratched, but that's not what I find so amusing. As soon as I begin itching her shoulder and withers, she takes one step forward, then maybe a step back. She keeps moving until I'm scratching just the right spot. ... Then she stretches out her neck and her lips twitch. It amuses me to no end.
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