The dognip-like grass patch soon caused Flounder to lose all inhibitions and he began break dancing.
The more reserved Feather was slowly being drawn into the dance fever which had Flounder firmly in it's grasp.
She hesitated ...
... and then she too fell under it's spell. A woozy Flounder watched her solo performance.
He couldn't resist long though. The grass had him in it's grasp and soon both dogs were break dancing and grrrmoaning in delight.
The seemed to be having so much fun.
It was pretty hard to resist trying it myself.
Later I sat on the porch picking grass seeds from the back of my T-shirt while the "puppies" snoozed at my feet.