"Hey, toots. Watch this."

Ah, the joys of pets.

Went home for lunch today to check on Scrufimus. He and Paddy roamed the yard, begged for treats, sat when directed (Paddy knows this drill from old, but Scruff just learned to "sit" and is somewhat inconsistent) and splashed a bit in their water (I will have to video Scruff drinking. I have never seen anything like it. He digs in the water and gets most of his body wet.).

I thought I would leave them to explore for a few minutes "on their own" and walked just far enough away to watch the gate by the drive.

It didn't take too long for our smart boy to realize a bump of the nose would effect an escape. I can imagine him looking at Paddy and saying, "Hey, toots. Watch this!" as he moved the latch and scooted through the now open gate. Of course she followed.

 Paddy Finn

We have grown complacent with our sweet Paddy, bred for her color (and not for her brains-bless her heart). Scruffy was not the beneficiary of any such genetic manipulation...he has all the smarts of whatever breeds he is...and he will bear close watching...