When I was a teen my family owned a dog which was absolutely, POSITIVELY NUTS! When we first got this little terrier mix, he was sweet, quiet. His head was too big, and when he tried to drink, his hind feet would float up, like the poor little dog Grinch tied antlers to. As he got older, all sorts of personality came along. My little brothe had a batch of friends he would get together to play football with each weekend. They played some sort of every man for himself game. Our dog would run up behindc the guy with the bal, jump, SPRING off his back, knocking him down, pick up the ball and run to goal. Sometimes when the kid fell the ball would fly, and somebody else would get to it first. After he won a few games, our dog dec ided it was to easy, so when he got the ball he would run away from the goal, turn to face the boys, drop the ball, and crouch his front end with his butt up in the air, tail wagging. As soon as someone would get near him he would take OFF, running impossibly tight curves and zig zags to make the goal. They would play until all the boys would collapse on their backs and the dog would run back and forth across their bellies with a wide smile on his face.
There are lots more stories this crazy dog lived. I’ll share more as I remember them.