Tuesday, January 17th, 2012
I have talked about Cupid’s love of the bee. I don’t think anyone who hasn’t experienced it can understand just how many times we throw it (or another similar toy) for him each day. Dozens of times. Many dozens. I don’t want to think about how many because it’s a lot.
Yesterday morning, I was throwing the bee for Cupid when I heard him scratching against the landing. This usually means the bee has landed out of his reach. So I left the living room, started down the stairs, and saw this . . .
. . . and burst into laughter. I couldn’t have managed this shot if I’d been aiming for it, but my random throw resulted in the bee being caught on the leash holder.
Cupid is good, but he’s not able to climb up there on his own and get it, so I retrieved it for him. He’s trained me pretty well.