Fez thinks he's a dog. Always has. He hangs out with the dogs most of the day. If they are laying in the sun, so is Fez. I call the dogs in, Fez comes running. He grooms them and greets them with a shoulder block and rub. He thinks he's a dog.
So now I guess he wants to be a chicken. After the pitiful thing this morning he started trying to rub on the chickens. He followed one around and tried to scratch around on the ground. Again - weird. Really, really weird. Fez the Dog-Chicken-Cat. Jeez.
