This morning Dennis pounced on us and wallowed for awhile before announcing a need to potty. I heard weird metallic banging noises from the bathroom but no sounds of biological functions. David and I stayed in bed, trying to see who would cave first and get out of bed to go see what he was doing. David was the one, and I heard him screech as he entered the bathroom. Dennis had almost successfully removed the tank from the toilet bowl. He'd unscrewed one side and was fervently working on the other when he was caught. I have mental pictures of him trying to run away with it--what a mess that would have been. David told him to stop, and I heard him reply "wait, I'm almost through fixing it and then I can use it." Terrifying!
Let me just take a second to promo the Spicy Chicken Sandwich from Chick-Fil-A. Talk about yum! If only I could get advertising dollars... The picture features Dennis way up high in the car connected via (hamster) tube to the rest of the climbing structure. So glad I didn't have to climb up there after him (though fear of that very situation was one of my motivating factors for the big weight loss).
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