Holy afternoon --
Vito was feeling, oh just a little bit devious yesterday. I swear that he just may sit at home while I'm at work and come up with new ways to challenge me...
"Ha, what crazy thing can I do to Mom when she gets home? Rip apart some socks? Pull all of the toilet paper off the roll and run throughout the house? Pull up the boards from the deck out front perhaps?"
I came home from work yesterday and went through my normal routine:
Say hello to Vito accompanied with lots of hugs and kisses. Let him outside to piddidle. Check kitchen for any puppy bombs. Yay no bombs!! Let him back in. Get run over by his huge paws. More hugs and kisses. Refresh water and feed. Get run over again -- this time with soaking wet puppy muzzle from the water.
After all of this, it was time to go to the vet. Yay!!! Usually, Vito loves rides, walks, and is such a good boy about it! Note: Usually.
I ask little man if he wants to go for a walk, earning me a sit position and a furious wag of the knub. I grab the leash, but when I went to hook him -- he tore off into the ktichen, knocked over the garbage can and came running back with an unknown object in his mouth. By the time I reached him with worry to figure out what it was -- it was already half way down his throat! Oh no! What is it?!
A hot dog. *sigh* He devours the rest of it in 2.3 seconds.
Then, after receiving this wonderful treat, he looks me in the eye, runs near the door, and pees on the carpet. This gets a "NO!" followed by another trip outside for piddidles. I grab a scrubby and some cleaner and clean up the floor -- placing the items on the kitchen counter when I'm done. Let Vito in. He procedes to figure out exactly where I put the scrubby, bounds to it, takes it from the counter, and runs away.
Now here you should know that every since we first got Vito, the boyfriend thinks it's super cute to play "chase me" with him. I constantly tell him that it is not a very good idea, to no avail...
So...Vito with scrubby in tow, decides to play "chase me" -- running in circles around the couch. I can't catch him, catch up to him, or make him stop. I sit on the edge of the couch and ignore him for about 10 minutes until he realizes I'm not actually playing and ask,
"Okay, are you done? Can we go to the vet now?"
Sits. Shakes little knub. Gives me a paw peace offering. Lets me put the leash on. Whew.
I pick up my Starbucks coffee and we make it from the house to the entry way when Vito out of nowhere turns, jumps, smacks his head on the bottom of my coffee cup, and manages to get the $5 cup of coffee to spray EVERYWHERE!
All this to go to the vet?! Perhaps it's payback for making him wear the Batman shirt? I'm telling you, he plans it...
"You taking my sexy picture? Is this something I can eat? Hmm..." 
Seriously though, I can't help laughing, they really are funny!
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