We had Misty, our lovely mixed breed-mainly-German-Short-Haired-Pointer for several months before we picked up on one of her favorite things to do. We'd take her for a long walk in the woods, she'd run around sniffing things and enjoying life, and then when we turned around to head back she'd go ape-sh%^ crazy running around in circles.
She go flying around, dodging in between trees, and dig at the dirt. She also lets out an occasional growl. Not to be mean, but she does it because she is excited. Since discovering that she has this little episode while walking we've deemed it "the freak out." As we head off in the car to a local trail, we'll ask her "wanna have a freak out?" Her answer is always, of course, yes.
This is what is sort of looks like:
She's somewhere in here.
Up- there she is.
Here she comes.
Freak out round one.
She's back in- hoping to scrounge up some birds.
Glimpse of Misty.
She might have found something here.
Whew! It looks there is nothing in her mouth. I may decide to take her home after she rolls around in deer do-do, but I might have to draw the line with dead animals in her mouth.
There's always time for one more round- according to Misty.