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Costello has some little habits that are amusing. When you talk to him, he tilts his head from side to side. Everytime you start a new sentence, he tilts it to the other side. If you tilt yours with him, he goes faster. I'm not sure why, but he looks as if he is concentrating on your every word. He also has a funny way of laying down. Sometimes, he just drops down on his belly and his little back legs cross. That's right, he crosses his feet. And his tail wags before it drops, too. Then he is very still, rolling his eyes around to watch what is going on.

In the mornings.........we seem to have settled into a routine. Both Abbott and Cosie wake up when I do, and follow me to make coffee. Then with cup in hand, we go to the bathroom to start the bath. Abbott curls up on his pillow to snooze a little longer, while Cosie jumps around in my lap and wrestles. While I take a bath, Cosie is tormenting Abbott. He barks at him, pulls his tail and ears, bites and pounces on him. Abbott flops around just trying to survive the assault. When I get ready to put on my make-up, Cosie returns to me. (Abbott seems awfully thankful.) I turn on the mirror, and Cosie jumps into my lap to bark at the puppy in the mirror. When I unzip the make-up bag, Cosie dives head first into the bag. I have to fish him out, distract him with a toy, and get what I need out of the bag. Then his has nose trouble......he keeps jumping on the step where the make-up is sitting. Abbott starts to rouse up about now, so Cosie and Abbott decide it's time and all heck breaks loose. This continues for the next hour and a half until I leave for work. Yes.........this is the way it goes every morning during the week. And sometimes as I start out the door for work, Abbott decides he doesn't want me to go. He wraps his body around my leg and if I have on pants, bites them and growls. I can't think of a better way to start the day.

Abbott does not like for things to be out of place. In other words, he doesn't want anything to be sitting in a different place. One night I had been folding clothes, and left the clothes basket on the loveseat. Abbott growled and barked until I got out of bed and took it to the utility room. Then there was the time I had repotted a plant and had it on the island in the kitchen. Once again he growled and barked until I moved it over next to the kitchen sink. The other night I had put birthday gifts in gift bags and set them on the table. I had gone to bed, was sleeping quite soundly, when Abbott started scratching, whinning and grunting beside the bed. He tried to jump onto the bed, and that got my attention. I thought he might have been out of water, but he had some. He kept looking toward the bedroom door, so I thought something could be wrong out in the living room. But when I went there, nothing seemed wrong. I had forgotten about the gifts. I sat in the floor and Abbott crawled onto my lap. I decided he was just wanting attention. The next morning when I walked through the kitchen, I saw the bags and figured out that was what he was trying to tell me. The gifts were not supposed to be there.

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Costello has this little thing he does, I'm not sure if you would call it fast food or what. He will get one piece of dog food, and carry it around for a while, looking for the perfect place to eat it. He runs around erratically, searching until that perfect spot is found.

I wonder if it's the breed......????? Abbott and Costello hide their snacks. In some very strange places. When Abbott got a puppy snack, he would run and hide it for later. We laughed at him hiding it in an open corner. Then he started hiding it in secret places. Vic has a backpack he carries clothes to change into after work. He left it on the floor one night, and the next morning got a treat! An Abbott treat! Abbott had hid his snack in the unzipped backpack. Do you think he might have been trying to share? One day I gave Abbott a fish stick. He took it and left. I was cleaning the kitchen and didn't think about him not eating it. The next day I was running the carpet sweeper in our bedroom, and noticed he was trying to get something from behind the chest. I look to see if I could help, and found the fish stick! He had hid it so well, even he couldn't get it. Cosie is doing the hiding in obvious places thing now. But he guards it. If anyone gets too close, he runs and covers it with his chin!

Costello's rear feet must be touching something at all times. Vic will pick him up and hold him in the air, just to giggle at Cosie as he turns his whole body sideways to wrap his feet around Vic's arm. Vic will pull his arm back to get Cosie's feet loose, and Cosie will do it again, over and over!

Early one morning this week, I was sleeping quite nicely, thank you. I became aware of a thump, then another. I opened one eye and looked into the bathroom, just in time to see Cosie fall off the tub step. He jumped back up, trying to see over into the tub. Thump! He fell again. I got up to stop him before he hurt himself, and up popped a little black head, with big shinning eyes, and grinning from ear to ear. Abbott was in the tub, on his back rolling around, and Cosie was trying to watch the show. Unsuccessfully I might add.

When I come home from work, Vic get's the dogs in an uproar. He holds Abbott, and in a high voice says Look Abbott, deres de mommy! (Abbott talk for there's the mommy) Abbott get's so excited, he whines, squirms, and when I get to the porch, tries to jump to me. I have to set my purse and keys down, because he is a shaking mass by now, and chortles. I guess that is what you would call it. That is what it sounds like anyway. As soon as I get him, he calms down. Vic gets me into a lot of trouble......

Remember Abbott's pet peeve, nothing out of place? Well........Zach got to hear about it yesterday. Zach had sat on the arm of the couch. Abbott came trotting into the living room, and really gave him an ear full. Zach looked at me confused, and I was a little confused myself. Here is Abbott giving Zach down the road, and it finally occured to me. I told Zach to sit down on the couch, instead of the arm and see what he would do. He did, and Abbott stopped barking and went on about his business.