Dancing Doolin

I was typing on the computer, half-hearing Violet and seeing her out of the corner of my eye.  I witnessed this, though:

The dog is backing up, and I realize that he's backing away from Violet.  He's just not doing a very good job of getting away, because he's backing up sort of in a circle.

"Stay still," she says, and she catches up with him and puts her green Mardi Gras beads around his neck.

She's pleased with herself so she says, with satisfaction, "He has my beads on him."  But she's not really talk to me, just talking.

"Now you can dance!" she tells him.  Apparently beads are a requirement for dancing, at least for the dog.

She tells him, "So you can have a nice day with you."  Then she adds, "I almost forgot to dance with you," and executes a few spins around the kitchen with the dog.

"Those are my beads.  Do you like them?" she asks the dog.  "Oh my goodness, you look so pretty Doolin!"

After this, Violet moves on from the dog and comes over to see what I'm doing on the computer.  The dog is a saint.