We are dog sitting. His name is Gunner and he and Henry are best friends.
Today when Nate woke up from his nap, I greeted him enthusiastically, cooing and smiling. Gunner came running in to see what was getting so much attention. He peeked into the crib and I thought, "Aww! I'll get a picture."
Then I took Nathan out to the living room to feed him. Several minutes later, I heard the thump of a dog jumping on the bed. I had just made our bed, so I hollered "Get down!" to whichever dog had decided to mess it up. Nothing. I picked Nate up and went to investigate. No dog on the bed, but when I passed the nursery, I saw this:
My dog can barely jump on the couch.
Henry is baffled, since he has no athletic ability whatsoever and cannot fathom how this happened.
I admit that I told him to stay put while I ran for the camera, but as soon as I had these pictures I made him get down... which he did with ease.
Maybe he liked the attention I was giving Nathan and wanted some of his own, so he jumped in. Maybe he was looking for Nathan.
Maybe he's a mountain goat with a long, drooly tongue.