Achilles vs. Santa Claus
There is a house down the street that has a bunch of those inflatable Christmas decorations in the front yard. There is some kind of compressor or something inside that inflates them and lights them up, but when it is turned off, they deflate into a puddle on the lawn. Ordinarily, these people don't leave their decorations inflated overnight, but one night earlier this week, they left Santa up all night long.
When Achilles and I went for our morning walk, Santa was standing in all his glory in this yard. As we approached, Achilles stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Santa for a moment. Then he let out one loud, aggressive bark. Then he pranced back and forth in front of Santa, sort of like boxers do before they start punching each other. Finally, we walked a little ways past Santa, and Achilles kept pausing to look over his shoulder at him. After a moment, he suddenly turned and started running for home.
It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Now I know never to take him to PetCo for pictures with Santa.
When Achilles and I went for our morning walk, Santa was standing in all his glory in this yard. As we approached, Achilles stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Santa for a moment. Then he let out one loud, aggressive bark. Then he pranced back and forth in front of Santa, sort of like boxers do before they start punching each other. Finally, we walked a little ways past Santa, and Achilles kept pausing to look over his shoulder at him. After a moment, he suddenly turned and started running for home.
It was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Now I know never to take him to PetCo for pictures with Santa.

