As a child of the 70s, I was (and am) a huge Muppets fan. Fozzie Bear, the comedian, was my favourite (as an adult I have a soft spot for Rolf). I never imagined, I would grow up to have a dog who thought he was a comedian.
The current joke Phod plays with us goes something like this:
We let him off leash at the end of the driveway.
We walk toward the house and often put Lee in the house (she does not have a fondness for cold winter days).
Phod sits at the end of the driveway.
You call, he sits.
He sits entirely still and sometimes you think maybe there is something wrong (especially on the very cold days, like maybe his paws hurt to much to walk).
You walk back down the driveway toward him.
He stays perfectly still.
You reach him and he smiles at you and takes off up the driveway to the house.
Turns out the comedian is not a bear, it is a dog:) Waka waka!