I Think Anderson is a Mixed Breed
Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with so much happiness?
Jonathan Foer
Our breeder insists that Anderson is a purebred Bichon Frise, but I’m beginning to have doubts.
In my last post about him acting like a teenager, I showed how big his paws are, and likened them to a polar bear. Now in the most recent picture above, you can see how he sits on his hind legs, like a chipmunk, when he wants attention.
And look at his cute little underbelly. It’s all full of pigment, like a cow!
Oh well, we’re becoming a little bit attached to him, so regardless of his heritage, I think we’ll keep him!
The other interesting thing about this picture is how utterly un-self-conscious he is. He doesn’t care about sticking out his belly, and showing his private parts. That all makes no difference whatsoever to him. What a gift to be so self-assured (or just oblivious, I suppose).
There are few things in this world I enjoy more than just watching Anderson play. He is totally in the moment, and perfectly content and happy.
We all need to play more. Not for the sake of winning, or exercise, or becoming more skilled at a sport or hobby, but play just for play’s sake!
