October 3rd, 2011

So over the weekend, Camden went to the Tupperware cupboard, got out his orange Cheerio's bowl and went to the pantry. I, of course, jumped up and got him some Cheerio's. (If he'll eat, I want him to eat). He did his little saunter out of the kitchen to the back of the couch. He then shook his orange bowl so Cheerio's flew everywhere. I just looked at him with disbelief. I said, you pick all these up right now young man. So Camden got down on his hands and knees and ate every single Cheerio right off the ground. I can't even comprehend what went through his mind to make him do that. He did follow my instructions to pick up the mess though. Who needs a dog when you have a Camden?