Bloodhound on a chain.
Fear not, this dog is wholly imaginary. A flappy-eared canine-ification of my current fit of OCD.
Scent found, nose to the ground, big ol’ treat on the horizon…
But cursed to only circle.
Yep, my OCD has been set off this morning and is spinning around a stick in the backyard.
The neighbors are threatening to call someone, but I doubt it’s the ASPCA.