It’s a morning thing…

It usually doesn’t happen at any other time during the day…

Molly always starts it (I can tell by her voice).

Then Willow chimes in…….

…….and then Killian & Ben pile on…….literally falling all over each other………….Hadrian is a watcher.

The entire pack starts barking and howling and bouncing and bounding………….

What are they all doing?

They are harassing Mason on the other side of the fence line…

(Disclaimer***Photographs May Be Blurry.  It’s Hard Getting A Crisp Shot While You Are Running & Screaming Like A Banshee At All The Culprits)

Mason instigates the beginning of the game…

He starts by rolling and dusting near the fencing of his enclosure.

He spends extra time on his back pawing and kicking at the sky…

Then he leaps up, totally off the ground, usually rearing and paddling the air with his front feet.

The Wolfhounds love it and cavort and bark on their side of the fence…….

I’m usually bellowing behind the Wolfhounds…….yelling $#@@%$# at all of them to cut it out!

They don’t care.  And they don’t listen.  And they are completely deaf to me…

Mason is doing airs above ground, always accompanied with loud, repeated, rapid-fire, gaseous-emissions.

The Wolfhound horde just loves it………….they think it’s the best thing ever………….they act like a bunch of silly hyenas………….slapping each other on the back, hooting & laughing, and rolling around on the ground…

Who says animals don’t have personalities and senses of humors?

I’m here to say, Irish Wolfhounds absolutely fall apart with fart jokes…………..they never get tired of pulling each other’s fingers………

They just love slap-stick humor and Mason is more than willing to supply it on a regular, gaseous, daily basis………..

Who needs cable TV when you have this crowd for entertainment?

 

(I think shock-collars will be a cure-all.)