Oink

When I adopted Elderly Three-toothed Dog from the rescue group, his foster mother told me: "He walks around talking to himself." I thought that was mighty odd and could not imagine what she meant.

And then, he became used to living with us, and he would wander around, inspecting his domain. And he would make this whuffling, oinking sort of noise. AH. He was, indeed, talking to himself.

I found this short clip today in my phone, and it brought me such joy. It encompasses so much of what he loved: wearing warm clothes, talking to himself, and checking that his nest was just the way he wanted it.

Bless you, Tio. Such a Good Boy.