He knows he's being bad. He just can't help it.
Our fur-covered pirhana sometimes attacks objects by category, like yesterday's "things that oppress the puppy" spree:
(The second photo shows a carabiner that we attach to his leash on which we've clipped a small Maglite and a roll of plastic bags.)
I took 95 photos of the puppy yesterday while we were outside; here's one more:
Action shot. He often got the tennis ball away from Anne's friend Lisa, but he never quite understood that Lisa had some say in the matter.
Sometimes his ears turn inside-out. He doesn't seem to mind.
Anne and I had company last night: my colleague Cameron Beatley, his wife Sarah, and their two-year-old son Jamie. Parker had never gotten the opportunity to play with a small person before. Cameron apparently got in the way: