Hey... a boy's gotta do what a boy's gotta do. At least I'm sitting relatively still, and you're not seeing the fan of my wagging tail as I sprint down the street!
Seriously, though, folks... Mom doesn't find that to be a funny joke.
So I stop scratching on command and provide the old gal with sweet moments of reflection and emotion. It IS awkward, though... to have someone stalking you through the yard.
This might just be the most "act normal" shot she catches! Too bad it's of the itchies.