For the past hour, Pookie had been pacing back and forth in his viv like a mad man with a black beard. I picked him up twice, and both times he 'flew' (took a flying leap out of my hands) back into his tank. Finally, having just about enough of his pacing and noises, I picked him up and held on to him. Thankfully he calmed down within seconds and didn't move.
Well, after putting him down on the living room floor, he began pacing the room, almost as if he didn't know what to do with himself. From his ladder to underneath the coffee table that his viv sits on - to Zim's bed - to underneath the living room window - back to Zim's bed (while looking up at the window) - to the window - back to Zim's bed - back to the window - back to Zim's bed. By now my nerves were on edge and I started raising my voice (oh, I have another tale to tell about yelling at my babies - look for it in Off Topics later this afternoon). I kept telling him to come over to the couch, that I wanted to show him how to climb up the shelf grate that Buddy uses to get on the couch. Back to looking up at the window, while ever so slowly glancing at me from the corner of his eye. Again, I told Pookie to come here so I could show him how to get up on the couch. FINALLY, he waddled over, but only half way. He moved a little closer to the edge of the couch, looking up, and got into the jump stance.
"No no no! You can't go up that way! You have to climb up the grate like Buddy does."
Pookie turns to look at me, then back at the couch. Suddenly, he ran over to me, gave me a look, and turned to investigate the grate.
"Go ahead, climb up. You can do it."
To my surprise, HE DID! With no hesitations!
Hmmm, what stupid pet trick could I teach them next? :mrgreen:
Well, after putting him down on the living room floor, he began pacing the room, almost as if he didn't know what to do with himself. From his ladder to underneath the coffee table that his viv sits on - to Zim's bed - to underneath the living room window - back to Zim's bed (while looking up at the window) - to the window - back to Zim's bed - back to the window - back to Zim's bed. By now my nerves were on edge and I started raising my voice (oh, I have another tale to tell about yelling at my babies - look for it in Off Topics later this afternoon). I kept telling him to come over to the couch, that I wanted to show him how to climb up the shelf grate that Buddy uses to get on the couch. Back to looking up at the window, while ever so slowly glancing at me from the corner of his eye. Again, I told Pookie to come here so I could show him how to get up on the couch. FINALLY, he waddled over, but only half way. He moved a little closer to the edge of the couch, looking up, and got into the jump stance.
"No no no! You can't go up that way! You have to climb up the grate like Buddy does."
Pookie turns to look at me, then back at the couch. Suddenly, he ran over to me, gave me a look, and turned to investigate the grate.
"Go ahead, climb up. You can do it."
To my surprise, HE DID! With no hesitations!
Hmmm, what stupid pet trick could I teach them next? :mrgreen:
