On Sunday, we went to a local apple orchard and also picked up some popping corn. I left the bag of corn on the counter, partially hidden -- but apparently not well enough!
Max flew into the kitchen, as she often does, and when I next checked on her, found this mess, and Max sitting on her stand, asking for a kiss! When will we learn?
As I have written many times, I am unable to handle Rocky and must use a stick. Because I really don't want to get bit, I keep a stick handy to me at all times in case he decides to walk near me. He really is so compliant. He steps up on the stick as soon as I ask him to, and I can even put the stick at his level several feet away, ask him to step up, and he stops whatever he's doing, runs to the stick, and steps up!
A few days ago, I was on the couch and my stick was laying on the floor in front of the couch in case I needed to use it. I looked down and saw Rocky, perched on the stick, preening himself.
When I look at him in poses like this, it's hard to believe what his personality is like. I think he looks so angelic -- but I know better!