Not sure why, but the lure of a cardboard box from Costco is just too much for Chumley Buttingtons.
And right now:
Earlier today I had forgotten to close one of the kitchen pantry doors. I heard some rustling around and checked to find Chum inside rifling through Wrigley's treat basket...
He was moving all his treats around...
Then biting the packages.
And now as I type he's decided to hop out of his box and sample a bit of my Valentine cookie...
Wrigs and I are getting ready to deliver some Valentines to his neighborhood pals. He is so patient just sitting on the floor waiting for his W-A-L-K.
When I ask him, "Doooo yooooou waaaant tooooo....?" He tilts his head from side to side, hanging on every last word, hoping it will end with "walk?"
Just watched the repeat of the Valentine's Day special on Oprah that featured Oogy's story. Love that sweet face dog and the wonderful family who rescued him.