Today, while I was in my counselling room with a client, Keith stayed in the living room to keep an eye on Paddy in case he needed to be kept quiet. No problem there, as it seems that Paddy can't bark properly. The best he can do is a hoarse, breathy imitation of a bark. The problem arose when a dreaded cat sat itself on the grass outside the window. They're like that, cats. You can just see them preening themselves, staring cheekily at the captive dog in the window chanting, "Ha! Can't catch me, you foolish canine creature!"
All this was grist to the mill for Paddy. After launching himself repeatedly at the window, and eventually realising that, as it was a window, there was little chance of him passing through it, he suddenly took a mighty leap and hooked his front paws onto the top window bar and stayed there, spreadeagled against the window. Unfortunately, Keith was not able to take a photo (which would have been hilarious) as he was too busy peeling Paddy off the window.
To his credit, he achieved this in relative silence, so as not to disturb the counselling session.
I've booked him in for a few counselling sessions of his own - Paddy, not Keith.