Obviously, rehab animals shouldn't be trained. Or reprimanded. So when Chiquito snapped Paul's bifocal frames in half on Christmas Eve, Paul uttered a single swear word and that was that. (Paul, however, IS trainable, and he's headed into town now to get contact lenses. It was the umpteenth time he forgot to remove his glasses, and the second time Chiquito broke expensive frames.)
Chiquito dropped to the ground on all fours. He levitated, turned 180 degrees in midair, and landed on all fours facing the opposite direction. He repeated this several times in quick succession. Since I knew he would hate being laughed at, I put down the hose and walked into the house.
"Yes," Paul said, "That's his frustration dance."
Next time I feel like swearing, I might just try a frustration dance...