After Snoopy tried unsuccessfully to jump into Will’s highchair this morning, I figured I’d see what he did if . . . I fed him breakfast on the high chair. Yea, he settled right in and started eating.

The dog has an identity crisis. He’s sits up on our kitchen chairs, drinks out of glasses and helps himself to snacks from the lazy susan (if we aren’t carefully watching). Just last night, I got up to go to the bathroom and returned to find Snoopy laying in my place. I couldn’t convince him to leave so I through the covers over his head (and over me) assuming that would compel him to leave. It didn’t. Instead he settled in, using my leg as a pillow. Yes, under the blankets.