or in this case, it should be dog crawl. Scuba has this habit of dragging himself across the grass. He thinks he's an undercover agent or an army personnel just because his mommy lets him wear some camouflage shirts.
Actually, Scuba's mummy hates him dragging himself on the grass. I hear that he ends up with rashes and they have to apply calamine lotion for him. That's the problem when you don't have long silky fur like me to protect your tender belly. (Scuba: but you get hotspots, hiak hiak)
Stop rubbing it in about my hotspots! That's another story. This entry is about you! Anyway, it's funny to see Scuba's mummy and Aunty S scolding him and pulling him up by his harness or collar. Sometimes he even gets his ear pulled, like a naughty schoolboy! hahaha! Of course I try not to laugh in his face, but it is such a comical sight!
Caught red handed!
Scuba, if you'll give me half your dinner the next time I visit, I promise that I will be your look out. You can drag all you like and I'll give a warning bark once Aunty V and Aunty S comes near. Deal?