Our own little Butch and Sundance, kind of...

Yesterday was *busy*. I decided to take on an SUV level of errands in a VW, telling myself it would be best to just get them all done, and employing the help of not just one list, but a set of lists. I also had a route. Seriously - this was plotted out on the same level as holiday shopping; I had a lot to do, and I was damned well determined to take an organized approach. Since it was getting dark when we finished up (like I said, lots to do), Didgeridoo Boy and I decided to grab takeout pizza on the way home. As we were carrying dinner to the car, Didge asked me what I thought Totsi the Dog and Jupiter Jones would do.

I said they would be happy. Darlings, I had no effing idea. Usually, they know when we're going to have pizza. Totsi recognizes the word, and launches into patrol mode until we bring it in the door or the delivery person rings the doorbell. So normally they have time to prepare - there's excitement, but the kind of excitement one gets from knowing something is coming. It's good, but it's nothing compared to a surprise.

And they were surprised, alright. Totsi did the nose-in-air fancy prance all the way down the hall after Didge as he brought dinner in the house, turning circles a couple of times with a manic puppy grin plastered to her face. Jupiter hopped on to the back of the couch and sat, *staring*. While we were eating, both were pawing our legs, with Totsi going far above and beyond her average level of chortlehoo'ing and presence-announcing stomps.

We remarked that they were more excited than normal, and it was just after we said this that Jupiter launched himself up and into Didge's side, where he hung. Things got lively for a few minutes after that - very lively. Loud, too, especially once Didge noticed that whelps were developing. The begging antics reduced sharply after this - with Jupiter trotting off to wait things out, and Totsi positioning herself into just the right place and position to have her eyes burn a hole in the back of my shoulder. It seemed they were over acting out.

They weren't. They were plotting. And I would be very proud of them if only I hadn't failed to put carpet cleaner on my shopping list. Didge courts his food, typically lingering over a meal for the course of an evening, visiting his plate for bites before heading back off to whatever has his attention that fifteen minutes. He had a slice of pizza on a plate on the breakfast bar, which had been sitting there for a while. Jupiter and Totsi napped. When they woke, Jupiter walked around the room and Totsi went to the water dish - - which is stationed right at the end of the breakfast bar. After her drink, she stationed herself very near the plate. Jupiter hopped on to the breakfast bar, went to Didge's plate, got the pizza slice, and dropped it.

And then they both ate it.

You can't tell me this wasn't planned. I was reading, but had just decided to take a break when I noticed they were mobile, and Didge was completely wrapped up in Grand Theft Auto. The nonchalance with which Jupiter strolled around the room, the fact that Totsi sat in front of the bar and waited - it all adds up. They knew what they were doing. There was no element of it being a rush job, both were cool and easy about it. Jupiter walked, Totsi went to the water dish and moved in front of the plate, Jupiter hopped on the bar and got the goods, which he dropped directly to Totsi and hopped down to share with her. And I sat there and watched the whole damned thing because I never dreamed they would coordinate to that degree. I had just looked back down when, peripherally, I caught something dropping - that was the pizza slice.

Have to admit - it's fascinating that they've started working together this way. I do wonder what this will bring to pass later, but hope it continues so I can try to get video of them in action. I'm going back out today to buy a stash of carpet cleaner. Enjoy your weekend!