As time progressed we discovered that we were certainly moving around a lot more than usual, our pants were becoming looser and we laughed a lot more than we normally had. He may not wear big shoes or have a red nose but he is a clown. We are his best audience.
Our living room looks like the set of Romper Room. He has ten stuffed animals that he knows each by name. He loves nothing better than to haul each of them into the living room, shake them furiously and squeak their squeakers until we plead for quiet. A tennis ball is not only a great thing to chase, but also serves as a "teether" as he struggles to chew the fur off the ball. I uncovered an old nylabone from our deceased Bulldog, Milly. Now this monster is a favorite. He can barely haul it around but I am sure it holds old Milly flavors that make it irrestible.