Tonight, he spotted the cables coming from Amber’s computer sitting on the table, he made a snail’s pace B-line for them and started chewing on them. Next, he pulled the mouse off the table and thumped himself on the head. I waited for the loud cry of pain, but he was unfazed. He was fascinated with the mouse and played with it for a while. He was almost able to completely delete all the files off of Amber’s computer.
In less-cute news, I’ve started work on building a shed in the backyard. I hope to have enough storage space to finally get organized enough to be able to find things when I need them. If Amber is lucky, she might even get to park in the garage… which would be a Gallimore first.
Dasher appreciates my hard work.