Hide and seek

Here’s a little Toby story to start your day:

Last night, I got home from grocery shopping and decided to change into work-out clothes and do a little kick-boxing. I laid out my socks and shoes then went to the kitchen to get some water ready (since I’d more than likely be sweating bullets and need to rehydrate).

When I went back to my room to suit up my feet, I could only find one of my socks. I could have sworn I’d picked up two, so I started searching the floor.

After checking under the bed, I stood up, puzzled. I noticed Toby sitting on the bed with his head cocked sideways, looking at me curiously. So I did what any logical person would do. I asked him where it was. I said, “Where is it Toby? Where’d it go?”

And to my surprise, he jumped off the bed and ran into the living room. He was back a second later, sock in his mouth, wagging his tail like an idiot.

He KNEW what I was looking for. That little stinker is smarter than I thought.