Hmmm (Part Deux)...

Our morning routine is such that DS lets the dogs out when she gets up at the ungodly hour of 5:30 AM, and I bring them in and feed them when I get up. While they're eating, I head into the kitchen to make my breakfast. Before I sit down to eat, I go back to the kitchen door with two end-chunks of banana in hand for the boys, where they are waiting patiently for their treat.

So this morning, there was no Zach at the door waiting for his banana. I stepped over the curtain rod that serves as a reminder to them that they're not allowed in the kitchen and went searching for him. (It's not like it's really a barrier: it's six inches off the ground and they could easily just step over it, but they don't. And it's a little bit of exercise for us.) Zach, however, was nowhere to be found. Hmmmm.

Then I looked at the landing wall and saw the Zach-shadow on it. The little monster had once again gone looking for me upstairs. Of course, he still won't come down without an 'escort'. Usually, Duster obliges and goes to get him, but this time I went. At the top of the stairs, on the second floor landing, there was Zach, and by his side, one of DS' sock-in-slipper combos. It was too cute. Duster never collects our clothes when he misses us, but a dog our family had as a child did, when we were out. I left it there for DS to find upon her return.