He’s lived here for weeks now, nearly two months. All of a sudden, he starts doing this, which is another habit he has in common with brother Liam.
It’s like when twins are separated at birth and raised in different adoptive families, separated by miles and borders and cultures…and they both grow up to be tap-dancing ornithologists who speak Portugese and collect antique fishing tackle.
He doesn’t drag other blankets or towels around, just the one from his crate. At least it picks the hair up off the carpet as he goes. If only I could teach him to use the Swiffer on the bathroom floor.