Truman was in a whimsical mood earlier this week, displaying his not often seen playful side. At lunch time he decided to crawl up under the blanket on the family room couch, a space usually reserved for the dogs. When they sniffed around the blanket would strike back. The dogs were very confused.
Later in the day I ran upstairs to use “the human litter box”, and it had to be done under Truman’s watchful eye. He rattled the bathroom door until allowed admittance and then he just stared at me.
