He’s developed a new trick-he’s always liked carrying his toys around, and every morning two chicken toys, several mice, and a squeaking pig make their way to my bed. Now he’s extended this to other objects as well. Last night I discovered a bright orange rubber glove from the cleaning basket placed in the exact center of the bed and this morning he’s already brought me two used kleenexes. I tried to be appreciative, but was forced to return them to the bin from whence they came.