Oh Cosmo...always getting into trouble somewhere. Those who know him know that he is quite rambunctious and often very energetic. He is very cute and very loving but don't let him fool you, he is mischievous at times
Since I have been home, I've picked up on a little habit that Cosmo has developed. When I woke up one morning, I went to let Cosmo in from the garage. My parents keep him there while they are at work so he has the freedom to go out side through his doggy door and run around instead of being coped up inside all day. Normally he is laying in his bed right outside the door, but this time he wasn't. I yelled for him out in the back yard and still couldn't find him. I then tried the front door and there he was...laying in the black mulch. He looked like he was dead because of the way he was laying. He was laying on his side with all fours sticking straight out. I had a brief moment of worry until I banged on the door and he popped up startled. He came up on the porch and I opened the door but only to find Cosmo's one side to be completely black. I didn't want him running all over the house so I picked him up and carried him to the laundry room for a bath. After he was all clean, we played around the house for a bit. A couple hours later he rang the bell to go outside. We have a ball with a bell inside attached to a string that hangs on our back door. We trained him so that when he has to go outside to go potty, he rings the bell. I let him outside, watched him for a sec as he darted into the back yard after a bird. About ten minutes later I realized that he had not come back to the door to come back inside. I looked out the windows and didn't see him in the back yard. I happened to look out the front door again and where was he... LAYING IN THE MULCH!!! I was so mad! He stayed outside the rest of the afternoon
just for that. So now, just about every time I can't find Cosmo anywhere else... Sure enough I can find him laying in the bed of mulch by the front door. I have yet to discover why he chooses a hard, dirty pile of mulch rather than his cushy, fluffy bed in the garage to catch a few Zzz's. I couldn't catch him in action, but I did snap a shot of the scene of the crime. Hopefully I'll catch him soon and a post a picture of his newly found habit.
Since I have been home, I've picked up on a little habit that Cosmo has developed. When I woke up one morning, I went to let Cosmo in from the garage. My parents keep him there while they are at work so he has the freedom to go out side through his doggy door and run around instead of being coped up inside all day. Normally he is laying in his bed right outside the door, but this time he wasn't. I yelled for him out in the back yard and still couldn't find him. I then tried the front door and there he was...laying in the black mulch. He looked like he was dead because of the way he was laying. He was laying on his side with all fours sticking straight out. I had a brief moment of worry until I banged on the door and he popped up startled. He came up on the porch and I opened the door but only to find Cosmo's one side to be completely black. I didn't want him running all over the house so I picked him up and carried him to the laundry room for a bath. After he was all clean, we played around the house for a bit. A couple hours later he rang the bell to go outside. We have a ball with a bell inside attached to a string that hangs on our back door. We trained him so that when he has to go outside to go potty, he rings the bell. I let him outside, watched him for a sec as he darted into the back yard after a bird. About ten minutes later I realized that he had not come back to the door to come back inside. I looked out the windows and didn't see him in the back yard. I happened to look out the front door again and where was he... LAYING IN THE MULCH!!! I was so mad! He stayed outside the rest of the afternoon
just for that. So now, just about every time I can't find Cosmo anywhere else... Sure enough I can find him laying in the bed of mulch by the front door. I have yet to discover why he chooses a hard, dirty pile of mulch rather than his cushy, fluffy bed in the garage to catch a few Zzz's. I couldn't catch him in action, but I did snap a shot of the scene of the crime. Hopefully I'll catch him soon and a post a picture of his newly found habit.
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