I have a funny Barnaby story!
This happened like last week but I didn't think of posting it till now.
I often give the boys old cardboard boxes to play with. Usually I'll close the boxes all up then cut out a hole on one end so they can get inside. The other weekend I found a random box that didn't have a bottom on it, and decided to give it to them for them to chew on or whatever. It was pretty small, maybe a little bit bigger than Barnaby.
Well when I let them out of the cage to play, Barnaby dragged the box out of the cage. I went into the living room where they were playing, the living room and kitchen are connected with no door, so if I sit on the couch in the living room I can keep a pretty good eye on both of them. Well Barnaby went back into the kitchen for a few minutes, and next thing I know, a walking box comes into the living room!
He had somehow flipped the box over and gotten underneith it. Every once in awhile he would peak his head out from underneith it to see where he was going, then he would go back under and walk around. When he wanted to rest he would just lay down under the box and you wouldn't even know he was under there untill the box started moving again. I know he could have gotten out from under it if he wanted too, he just liked being under there.
He must have done that for 15 minutes or so, I was laughing like crazy the whole time. Finally, he accidently (gently) bumped into the leg of the couch and the box fell off him.
It makes me laugh just thinking about it, silly Barnaby.
