But each time I open the refrigerator he darts across the floor to get to it. It started out that he pulled things off the door, like the spray butter bottle or mustard (I guess the bright yellow is intriguing), but as the days went on he became more and more brave and we have now evolved into a full-fledge into the fridge, up the steps, "can I possibly get to the next shelf if my foot goes here" thought process! He's a HOOT!!!
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