My ten-year-old daughter likes to dance. A lot. In fact she likes it so much, that she decided to teach our 100 pound German Shepherd some dance moves.
I found her in the kitchen with the hairy beast. "Okay," she said. "Here's how you do a passe." She demonstrated the move.
The beast cocked his head.
"Your turn."
The beast drooled. He wanted a treat. He moved his big paws. It didn't look like a passe to me, but apparently my daughter thought it was good enough.
"Good boy, Schultz! Here's a treat!"
He gobbled it up.
Next move was a tandeux. Don't ask me to explain it. The dog didn't get it either.
On to the last move which was a pirouette. I don't know how she did it, but my daughter got our dog to stand on his hind legs and spin in a circle. Sort of. It was more like jumping in a circle. Regardless, it was an impressive move.
I think I'll go buy the dog a tutu. He has a future as a ballerina. Or something.
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