I've never laughed at anything harder than the time my dog did a handstand. Just to provide some backstory, my dog, Jesse, has had this love–hate relationship with his water bowl since we adopted him seven years ago. His bowl is made of a shiny, reflective material that you can, well, see yourself in. When we first brought him home, he was completely terrified of it. Jesse refused to drink out of it for the first week we had him, and when he finally did go to drink from it, he did a handstand. This handstand was not just a third-grade P.E. class monkey kick into the air, this handstand was an olympic-qualifying gymnastics stunt. He was leaning in to drink, but he was also leaning away because of how frightened he was of his own reflection.
