We’ve always laughed about his nosy tendencies and overall sense of entitlement. He truly believes he has the right to go anywhere – even if the door in front of him is almost shut.
It doesn’t matter that the door he’s nudged open with his nose was just painted. Bright blue. Less than ten minutes ago. He’s Orvis. Rules mean nothing to him.
The paint on the nose was much more prominent, but by the time I grabbed my camera, he’d licked a good bit off already. The thing that still puzzles me though is how in the world he managed to get paint on his butt. But, then again, he is Orvis . . . and nothing concerning him should really surprise me anymore.