But it isn’t.
It’s actually my psychotic dog Patches doing something normal!
Somehow he got off his chain, and he didn’t come around to the back kitchen door and stare at me all day waiting for me to look at him so he could spin incessantly. He didn’t wait by the front door for the kids to open and close it so he could spin incessantly. He didn’t walk in perpetual circles around the house tracking mud everywhere.
He just laid in the driveway like a big, lazy, black and white slug soaking up the sun like a regular dog would.
Maybe the psychotic March weather confused Patches into behaving normal.
At least it’s good for something.