Well, here they are. Dad finally got some shots of me sticking my nose where I probably shouldn't. I've never, ever done this before, and I have no explanation for my recent curiosity in this area.
For the record, they do provide me with ample fresh, cold water (dad made me put this in here).
And don't worry, dad only lifted the lid and hadn't yet added anything to the bowl, so it's not too gross or anything. We're also not worried about where I'll step next, since mom is the most awesomest, ocd-est housekeeper in the world.
This is one of a couple of new habits I've developed in these autumn years of my very long life. Any explanations will help settle these two befuddled creatures charged with my care.