A quick note. Ali has been folowing me around all day, bringing toys for me to throw. Like a dutiful "owned human" I have thrown them and watched as he attempts to run after it, legs sliding all over the place on the slick floors. Now, before you holler at me for that, he loves the challenge of finding traction as I discovered while traveling. He would go stand at edge of a tiled room in hopes of us throwing it that direction as opposed to the carpeted areas. He was completely delighted when I began ripping up the carpet in this house.
Anyway, a bit ago I sat down to blog, and after a few tosses of the ball, I noticed that he was bringing me a different one every time. He sometimes does this, almost as if he is trying to find the best one or something. When I got up from my chair, I looked down at one of the small dog beds, and here is what I saw:
I've never seem him do this before. Apparently he put each one there after I threw it and got the next ball. I laughed and said, "Oh, Ali, look what you've done!" I guess he thought he was in trouble, 'cause the tail immediately drooped and he stood very still and just looked at me.
So I told him that it's OK, and the tail curled up! After I took this, he picked up a couple other toys and put them in the bed. Do you suppose I could teach him to pick up his toys and put them in their rightful storage place? Probably, but I don't know that I have that kind of patience.
That's my boy!!!