I was sitting on the couch. Sky had the other half of the couch. Fozzie was sitting beside me with his front feet on me. Tino and Mu were running around the house at 90 miles an hour, in circles. Instead of turning to run in circles as he had been doing, Tino launched himself at the couch from eight feet away. He slammed his feet into the back of the couch, turned, and sat between Fozzie and Sky, without killing anyone. There definitely wasn’t room for a 93 pound German Shepherd there, but he parked himself real pretty, with no scratches or dings.