This appeared about the same time as we got ready for the daily walk/run. Charlie Sue interprets any hint of a walk with excitement. We have a large grassy area at the end of the street, cul-de-sac as the French say. That gives Charlie a big area for running full speed in straight lines or circles. I yell "Run, RUN, RUN!" and she speeds up, always grinning at her speed.
Indoors, if I am failing in my obligations to please her, Charlie sits quietly and dog-whispers so I get her attention. Or, she simply gives me an evil look to express how disappointed she is that I am typing rather than serving her needs.
