Pup Tupelo and I just got back from a dash to the park to play with his new toy (the slingshot duck. We both think it’s kind of the best toy ever.)
It’s not terribly cold today, but the wind has really kicked up and we were walking into it, on the way home. Maybe it’s “a few days before Thanksgiving” overwhelm, but I basically just watched his ears for the last few blocks home. He folds them back along his head when he’s really happy to see you or, apparently, walking into a driving wind. And then he brings one or more of them to half-cocked, if he’s listening for something in front of him. If he’s listening hard, they both go up completely.