Quixote & Panza are goofy.
I call Quixote the “agoraphobe.” I can’t recall ever hearing about a dog that doesn’t like to go outside and just hang.
May not have heard of one, but I have one living under my roof!
Panza’s goofiness stems from his play. He runs around the house grunting and “oofing” at no one and everyone, finds a corner between the couch and the wall and barks while he nests, runs out of the “nest” and grunts & “oofs,” slams into Quixote (imagine a rhino slamming into a giraffe), runs away grunting and “oofing,” back to spot between the couch and the wall, out again to look at me, barks, flops down,
and goes to sleep.
I heard somewhere that our animals feed off of our emotions, our stresses, and our personalities.
If this is the case,
what are these two saying about me?