The Dog Days Are Not Over

So I have come to a startling revelation.

Whenever someone throws a frisbee in my general direction, I take on the characteristics of a dog.

Seriously.

My eyes get really wide.

I stick my tongue out.

I start panting.

I wag my tail and catch the frisbee in my mouth.

OK, so the last two are not true, but the rest are. I might have a problem.

But I like this kind of problem.