Those were the days....

 This is from the BS years...Before Stroke years.  We had it made and did not even know it.

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I have not accomplished much today.  Another run to Walmart...I also went yesterday but to a different one and to pick up an item for Lorelei for Christmas.  Then I wanted to rush home and cancel it from Amazon.

I didn't really need much today, but I wanted to take my cards by the actual post office to put in their drop box.  Remember the bracelets that I ordered the 3rd and were supposed to be delivered the 7th?  I think I told about it on here.  Anyway, they are still not here.

Instead of rambling about my day, I will tell some tales on Copper.    So, his mama brushes him downstairs, and when she is done, she picks up the biggest hair messes of hair and then gets the vacuum...soon as she stops he runs to the vacuum and starts barking at it and 'digging' at it with his paws. 

So, he got a couple new toys lately...that had stuffing and squeakers.  Well, he tore off the arm and had stuffing everywhere.  His mom got up and started cleaning up the mess.  He went to the vacuum cleaner and started barking and digging at it.    So he has made the connection that it cleans up his messes.              

He tore the squeakers out of the toys.  Daughter put them in the top drawer in the mini kitchen.  A day or two later, she was getting something out of the bottom drawer...he came over and caught a whiff of the squeakers and was smelling and selling.   His nose is like a third hand/third eye....depending on what he wants to use it for.)

She closed the drawers and went on to take her shower, came out and he had the bottom two drawers open, but the top is too high for him to open with his paws, and he couldn't quite open it with his nose.  He had also been in the utility room and something else.  

This house has levers on the doors instead of door knobs....which is very handy if you are by yourself and have a load and need the door open...you just use your elbow and can open the door.  But he opens the door to his treats...he comes bursting into our room any time he wants if we don't have the gate closed.  Thankfully the outside doors do have knobs, or he would be running out them.