Zeus wonders why I pee in his water bowl.

I had a minor ego boost this afternoon at the gym. One of the "buffer" guys in there was doing bench presses with some fairly decent weight--about 350lbs or so--and he asked me to spot him on a couple of his sets. Admittedly, he didn't need much help; he just needed a couple of ounces of assistance on the last couple of reps. Still though, there were a couple of other guys working out--though they were both kind of weenie. I guess a rather-buff chick is better than a weenie guy when it comes to spotting.

Then I came home to weirdness. Or rather, mild destruction. Actually, nothing was destroyed... but one end of the couch had been moved four feet away from the wall. Now, this is not a dinky little wicker couch. This is a full-fledged couch, and I still can't figure out how that dog moved it without completely destroying it. He did remove the center cushion to the middle of the living room, but otherwise the couch was whole and solid--just relocated.

Very odd.

So then I played a new game with Zeus. I took his favorite chew toy--the Kong--and hid it under a box in the living room (I'd told Zeus to Stay in the office,) then yelled for Zeus to find it. He came barrelling into the living room and tore into the box in no time at all.

Next step was to hide it again under a box, but this time I also had two other empty boxes nearby. Again, he found it in mere seconds. I tried it two more times, switching which box it was under each time. No problem for this dog and his nose. He scored each time! He would be so easy to train for drug-sniffing.