You'll be working away and suddenly get that feeling that someone is staring at you.
It happened for the umpteenth time early this morning, but unlike the hundreds of times before, this time I finally had camera in hand to capture the moment.
Ruffy will come up behind you, drop one of his four dozen tennis balls we have scattered all over the garden, (see the end), and stare at you, probably thinking you have eyes in the back of your head, know he's there, and will pick up and launch the ball for him to chase.
He's not very patient. If you don't react in a minute or two he'll start to whine, then bark, until you drop everything to play his game.
Ruffy lives for tennis balls. As a housewarming gift in July we found a deal for a few dozen balls at Giant Tiger for less than five bucks. He was in seventh heaven the day we opened the pack and threw them all over the garden. No matter where he is, he now has a ball at the ready!