Over the weekend, all of a sudden Chester remembered that he knows how to jump up on furniture. He hasn't really done this since we got our new couches a year ago. But now he's a furniture jumping machine.
He was quite naughty when I was trying to get ready this morning. He was a wet from our walk in the pouring horizontal rain, so that may have had something to do with his extreme hyperness.
First, he somehow got a paper towel and was running around the table
with it. I finally got it from him only to discover that he still had
quite a few pieces of it in his mouth. So I continued to chase him around the dining room table to get them. Every time I thought I had the last piece, he'd start chewing on something - another darn paper towel piece.
Then, he came into the bathroom where I was straightening my hair and just sat there barking at me.
Next,
he was barking and pawing underneath the couch in the dining room. I
got the yard stick out and pulled out his missing red kong. But that's
not what he wanted. I saw something in the way back, and got it. My red
spool of thread. How the heck did he get that?
Later, I discovered how he got the paper towel and thread when I came out into the living room to
discover him standing on the end table. From that moment on, he was on
lock down with me in the bathroom.
In there, he proceeded to swat
at the toilet paper roll until it unrolled to the ground, kill a
sock, and try to get under the radiator for dust bunnies.
Sadly, even while being a little terror I found him to be completely cute and adorable. I'm ridiculous.
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