Whenever I’m the last to leave the house, I tell Rover he’s in charge. One of these days I expect to come home to a scene like this.
When I first got Rover he was still too young to have figured out path planning skills. If he saw a thing he wanted, he went in the direction he saw it, regardless of what obstacles lay between him and it. This often meant “leaping” off platforms that were twice as high as his carapace Read more about Dropping from ledges[…]