Apparently Ollie fancied breakfast in bed this morning. Adrian sent me this photo of what he encountered when he arrived home after running some errands. Ollie had dragged his food dish from the mud room all the way up to the bedroom, where he hoped to eat in luxury on top of our comforter. Instead, it looks more like he was reenacting a scene from Hansel and Gretel, leaving kibble to find his way back down.
I wish I knew the thought process!
I know, me too! Why does he do these things? And what’s with needing to eat on the carpet? He’s such a Prima Donna!
I thought perhaps rabbits had invaded!
Oh thank god we don’t have a rabbit infestation!!
Did you check if Ollie also turned the TV on?
Enjoying your blog. Hope you continue to find enough time to keep up the fine work.
Thank you!!! And thanks for the suggestion–I think if he had opposable thumbs, Ollie would definitely spend his unsupervised times watching television and getting whipped cream out of the refrigerator to smother his dog food in.
Cute. Right. What’s next – you gonna leave the TV on for him (PBS, of course). Bad dog: eat your food in the kitchen, Ollie, or we shut you in the garage. That dog is calling the shots. He’s a dog!
Says the man who would be sleeping in the garage himself if he asked his wife to choose between him and the dogs!