Second childhood, perhaps?

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We decided to adopt Rufus about four years ago. We love him and we hate him. Wish I were joking. Its like living with a clever coyote sometimes. Living with a Blue Heeler can really push your human buttons. Sunshine this morning. I woke thinking we would get the two buckets filled with dirt and then seed some lettuce and nasturiasms in them this morning. I came downstairs and boom: reality. Rufus had decided to grab the bag of flour that is generally tucked in the bottom of the rolling cart. During the night he had decided to take the flour bag and its contents into my study and onto his favorite couch. Mess!!!!! Luckily he only dumped a cup or so in a mound onto the cushions. And some on the hardwood floor. I vacummed up the disaster, getting most of the white off the gray cushions. The super fun part was taking apart the vacuum and cleaning ALL the flour from its plastic cup and its filter. Rufus has good, high protein dog chow and treats every night. I guess he just got bored? On to a little chair nap for me then I will work on the floor some.