...are Gatsby's two newest passions. He runs up the stairs and then barks until I go to a step about three down from where he is and encourage him to come down them on his own. It's about the damn cutest thing ever.
Much cuter than his other discovery, my underwear. I'm in the middle of doing laundry, watching Woody Allen's Anything Else and in prances Gatsby with my red lace underwear in his mouth like he's just found the Holy Grail and really wants my admiration for his discovery.
I'm thankful I didn't have company.
I closed the laundry room door and he's currently bashing his head into it trying to gain access to the Emerald City.