my drawers

Traz Man had a surprise for us last night. I opened the nightstand to get my book, then turned to talk to Cindy. While I wasn't looking, Traz walked over and closed the drawer with his nose. I looked down and thought to myself, "No way...that had to have been an accident." Naturally, I opened the drawer again, looked down at him, then raised my eyebrows in amusement as he pushed the drawer closed again. At that point, I went downstairs and grabbed his list of commands. Sure enough, on page two, is the command "Push"...which instructs the dog to close objects things with its muzzle. Two grown adults then spent the next 20 minutes entertaining themselves by opening various drawers and watching Traz close them. What can I say...slow night.

Directly below "Push" on Traz's list of commands is "Pull". I read that and thought, "SURELY Traz is not smart enough to OPEN drawers, too?! (...and if so, is anything in this house safe?!)" Back upstairs I went, walked over to the nightstand, looked down at Traz, and said, "Pull". He walked over to the drawer, put his mouth on the knob, then backed up, thus opening the drawer. We've since discovered he can open the cabinet doors in the kitchen, too.

My response to this, of course, is "Oh crap..."

Yes, it is very cute and we're having fun leaving drawers open for him to close, but this is somewhat foreboding because the magic drawers are filled with fluffy, soft objects...such as towels, oven mitts and dish rags...which he is obsessed with carrying around. We've already picked up all the throw rugs because he scoops them up and brings them to us. We also now have lovely, wet, black stains on the family room floor because he chewed off a piece of the doormat outside and brought it in. When he chewed it, puddles of dirty water squeezed out and embedded themselves in the carpet.

Guess it could be worse; could be urine...or ass particulates.

In other news, I'd like you all to meet Weebl and Bob. They like pie. I have no idea why we find this so amusing, but "mmm pie" has been part of our vocabulary for over almost seven years.

Not nearly as amusing as trying to pee on somebody in the shower, but it's all I got for today. Things are obviously pretty slow here in the 'nati...