I haven't posted for awhile and had sort of been planning to let the blog go. But then a demon dog TP-ed our apartment. We arrived home to discover that Blondie has figured out how to open doors. He, in turn, discovered that the closet where we keep his tennis ball when we're not around (because he needs to be monitored when playing with it) also hides all the toilet paper.
I wish I could say that he is hiding under the bed as an act of contrition. But no. He slithered under there to go after his tennis ball. This is why he can't play with his tennis ball on his own--he will go to great lengths to retrieve it from wherever it rolls.
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