Mama is CONSTANTLY telling me not to chew on all the best stuff. She's pretty smart and can always tell when I've found a string or piece of paper or chunk of bamboo -- it's like she has radar or something.
Well I figured out a way to out-smart her. If I'm chewing away, minding my own business, and she asks what I have, I just stop chewing. I give her the look that always makes her coo, and she goes back to the glowy box on the table.
Then I go back to my chewing.
It's genius.
14 comments:
very cute owen.
like father like son.
*wags tail*
Hola, Owen. It's about time I run across a blog written by somebody who speaks my language.
*leaps in a circle*
Finally!
You are so smart Owen! Uh, just make sure Haggis puts the needle down before you two start playing, 'k?
I say we itch-day the eople-pay and go out and chase some cars.
*Tickles Owen, waves at Haggis from a safe distance.*
Adam
Haggis! Don't you be teaching my baby about chasing cars!
LOL - So cute!
But Owen, I think your mom reads this blog. You've just let her on to your secret...
Sort of like a human kid, Owen!
Nadine, you're right! Do you think it's too late to take this down?
Robin, they eat stuff they aren't supposed to, too?
Owen, given that last comment of yours, I'm gonna suggest you stay out of peoples' bedrooms.
You don't get out much, do you?
*sniffs*
What do you mean?
Oh I know that look!
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