Legal

As of the beginning of February, Obiee is now legal -- he is now officially licensed by the City. He was really, really happy to be legal, though disappointed a little to learn that he still couldn't vote, smoke, or drink.

(Mochi is happy for him too. He's saying "Yea!" Or trying to bite his brother. You'll never know...)

Ding Dog

So Obiee's incredibly clever when it comes to causing mischief, but he's not exactly the smartest dog on the block. A few examples of why he's our little ding dog (aka ding dong):

1. We now have to avoid making eye contact with Obiee if he's, er, doing his business. A couple of weeks ago I made that mistake and, mid-squat, Obiee decided he wanted to come in the house. Except he had a *dingleberry* attached. I turned away and let/made him finish his business before letting him in the house. He did the same thing about two days later too, this time making a deposit on the porch by our bedroom door. Nice.
2. No matter which door I let Obiee out in the mornings, he almost always waits at the opposite door.
3. He tries his hardest to outsmart us in the department of escaping our elaborate setups to keep the boys contained to the room we care the least about. Here's his latest move:
   

Why yes, that is Obiee scaling the new fence. Unfortunately, after discovering him trapped here, we found that this was his attempt to get back in the room. How do we know? Well, I didn't chew the placemat that used to be on the dining table, nor did I push aside the tablecloth and other placemats. And Ted was sleeping all afternoon today.

Oh, and Mochi's had his fair share of ding dog moments. Most recently, I noticed he was under the comforter wrestling with Obiee. But wait, he's not under it, he's in it. He somehow slipped in between the buttons of the duvet - and then his brother did the same thing about a week later. Seriously?