If you want to win a game of hide-and-seek, play with Astro. Offer to be the seeker, and then close your eyes and count to a hundred as he scampers away in earnest.
And then, when you are done, prick your ears and listen hard. You will, perhaps, hear a muffled giggling. That would Astro, believing that he has found the perfect hiding place, and tittering at his good fortune. Follow the sound of his laughter and you will find him, all squashed underneath the bed. He's the kind of dog who can never contain his laughter, who goes into hysterics at a single joke. He will try his best to keep a straight face, but after a full five seconds of deep struggle - in which his mouth will be contorted into weird shapes as he tries to hold it in - the chortles and guffaws will eventually break free.
If listening doesn't work, sniff the air. Do you smell mud and soil? That would be Astro, who always has bits of earth stuck between his paw pads from his digging escapades. Follow the scent of earth and you will find him, hiding in a self-dug hole in the yard. He's the kind of dog who loves adventure. He wants to dig a hole all the way straight to the other end of the globe, and find himself in a foreign land. Or else he'd like to fall through a hole into a whole new universe, with mad hatters and Cheshire cats and tea parties.
If sniffing doesn't work, then here's an absolutely foolproof method for you. Look down. See the cookie crumbs here? And there? And over there again? Follow the trail of crumbs. They will be long and winding and messy. Crumbs from chocolate chip cookies and animal crackers, crumbs from almond biscottis and butter pecans. Follow them, all the way. And then, at the end of it all, you will find Astro. He will be hiding behind the shed, a half-empty cookie jar next to him.
"Ow di- you fi- me?" He would whine and pout, all the while constantly crunching on his cookies.
Well, dear Astro, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
And then, when you are done, prick your ears and listen hard. You will, perhaps, hear a muffled giggling. That would Astro, believing that he has found the perfect hiding place, and tittering at his good fortune. Follow the sound of his laughter and you will find him, all squashed underneath the bed. He's the kind of dog who can never contain his laughter, who goes into hysterics at a single joke. He will try his best to keep a straight face, but after a full five seconds of deep struggle - in which his mouth will be contorted into weird shapes as he tries to hold it in - the chortles and guffaws will eventually break free.
If listening doesn't work, sniff the air. Do you smell mud and soil? That would be Astro, who always has bits of earth stuck between his paw pads from his digging escapades. Follow the scent of earth and you will find him, hiding in a self-dug hole in the yard. He's the kind of dog who loves adventure. He wants to dig a hole all the way straight to the other end of the globe, and find himself in a foreign land. Or else he'd like to fall through a hole into a whole new universe, with mad hatters and Cheshire cats and tea parties.
If sniffing doesn't work, then here's an absolutely foolproof method for you. Look down. See the cookie crumbs here? And there? And over there again? Follow the trail of crumbs. They will be long and winding and messy. Crumbs from chocolate chip cookies and animal crackers, crumbs from almond biscottis and butter pecans. Follow them, all the way. And then, at the end of it all, you will find Astro. He will be hiding behind the shed, a half-empty cookie jar next to him.
"Ow di- you fi- me?" He would whine and pout, all the while constantly crunching on his cookies.
Well, dear Astro, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
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