Not the sharpest knife in the drawer...

So, Tug's second crate sits between our two recliners in the living room and the door faces the front door. I'm standing by the front door and pick up a toy and throw it to the opposite side of the room- behind the crate. Boy Genius takes the shortest route and therefore ends up standing in the open crate staring out the back wall at the toy which is just a few feet past him. He paws at the back wall a moment until he realizes he needs to exit the crate, circle round and pick up the toy. (sigh) Worse- the next day he did it for Mama! It's a good thing he's not having to live out on the streets...

Tonight, Tug was asleep in my lap and I was testing how deep it was by saying his name and words like walk and toy. He didn't flinch or bat an eyelash or twitch an ear- until I said "treat" (very quietly). Suddenly, he's wide awake and looking at the treat jar on the mantle nearby. Geez!

The picture below was taken this weekend. Our boy is 6 months!