The puppies keep me on my toes around the clock. When they're not sleeping, they're either eating, drinking, peeing, playing, going outside, or napping. But lately they've started to get a little more comfortable with their surroundings and are exploring in the house. Quiet, hungry little Otis turns out to be quite the explorer. He went upstairs to find Primogeniture this afternoon. Later tonight he disappeared again and I was on the lookout for our runaway rover. I asked BF and Primogeniture "Honey, Have you seen Otis?"
"No" they each replied.
So I went on a little reconnaissance mission to find my wayard ward.
I found him -- in the bathroom.
Actually, I found him in the urinal.
"Mama, the water fountain is broken!"