Behold: t.rex does the Snoopy dance.
The moment he wakes up, t.rex starts shrieking "DANCE!"
So we turn on the radio, and he does the same dance to whatever music or annoying ads happen to be playing.
p.s. Please excuse the hamper of dirty clothes. I still haven't caught up from that week without a dryer. And that's mostly the Biscuit's dress-up stuff, anyway.
p.p.s. I TOLD YOU I WASN'T TIDY, OKAY? I'M AN ARTIST. LAY OFF.