If you promise not to berate me about my dirty floor, I’ll show you a 9-second video of Badger walking on his hind legs:
As you can see, he’s a talented boy. If I had sufficient cold cuts, I could probably teach him calculus.
He’s four and a half months old now, and we’re starting puppy school this week. I wonder what house he’ll be sorted into? My guess is Hufflepuff, which has a badger as its mascot. Or maybe Ravenclaw since he’s smart. Definitely not Slytherin — he’s not ambitious enough. And certainly not Gryffindor since he’s a little chickenshit.
Seriously, he runs away from every loud noise — he almost poops himself when I crank up my bike. And when Daisy barks at an “intruder” (i.e., a squirrel, a kid passing by on a bicycle, a mother wheeling a baby down the road in a stroller, etc.), Badger positions himself as far as possible from the “danger” but barks as if he too is a bad-ass.
Open thread!