Little Rascal

So maybe sometimes we don't give Oliver enough credit in the smartness department. He drinks from the toilet, lounges around on the couch for most of the day, and meows at the door pathetically even when we repeatedly tell him that he cannot go outside. But, perhaps, he has us all fooled. Since installing our new basement door complete with spice rack, he has figured out that his treats can be found on the door (note: second shelf from the bottom on the left...).

And, with enough begging and stretching, we can often be convinced that he is being such a "good boy" and we will give him a treat or to. We are suckers, what can we say?



So, Oliver, keep on streching and begging and you know that we will eventually cave. Well, most of the time. You might actually be smarter than you let on, clever boy.