Our Little Boy

Our little boy is all grown up and is still a pistol.  Months ago I told Steve that I wanted to get a laser pointer and see what he did with it.  At first he wasn't sure but he soon learned that he could chase it.  The part he still hasn't caught onto is that he will never catch it.  Someone told me that doing this to our dog will give him OCD.   He's yet to dust, shine the wood floors or alphabetize our spices but he sure does love it a lot. 

When Mr. Moe sees us going near what we call Mousy his tail goes down, he gets into a lunging position and his right paw comes up.  Then he runs full force chasing the mouse back and forth across the house.  Steve did it so long the other day that he puked.   (Moe, not Steve) That wasn't so good but the little guy just loves it.  As you can see, he was pretty worn out but it keeps him out of trouble and as a puppy, he is still full of energy. 

Moe also has to work to earn his keep.  Each day when Steve gets ready for work Moe gets very uptight and wants to go to work.  When Steve is ready he asks Moe if he wants to go to work and he runs out the garage door and sits by the front door of Steve's car.  When he gets to work he makes his rounds, everyone holds him and he lays under Steve's desk until someone comes in again to hold him.  The other day Steve had a private meeting with a new driver and shut his door.  You can see that Moe was not happy to be excluded.