Last summer, my Foxhound decided to chase a butterfly into a fountain. He jumped in and ended up soaked and shivering, but it was clear he thought it was the best day ever.

My Foxhound once stole a slice of pizza right off my plate when I turned my back for a second.

One time, my Foxhound jumped into a mud puddle while chasing a squirrel. He emerged covered head to toe in mud and looked like a little monster. The best part was his confused expression when I tried to clean him up, as if he was completely unaware of how messy he was. They can be such goofballs.