I like the word 'hullabulloo'.

And I like the happy stray dog that trots past my house occasionally.

For some mindboggling reason, I don't call it anything but Happy Stray Dog when I see it.

Our conversations are usually along these lines:

me: Happy Stray Dog!!

Happy Stray Dog: *schniff* *slurp* *wheeze*

me: woojipoojipoo!

Happy Stray Dog: *wheeze* *drool*

I love the way his ears cock up when he hears a car in the distance.

I love the way he bounds after cars.

pudduppup pudduppup pudduppup. Vrrooomm.

And the way he sticks  his damp nose into my palm.

And the way he manages to drool all over my hand.

Oh, God, I think I'm in love with Happy Stray Dog. :p