Boomer was a good dog, and he knew the rules of the house for the most part.
We found it amazing whenever we heard stories about him breaking the rules when we were gone or outside of his view.
I was down in the basement when I heard a “thump” that was clearly Boomer’s paws thumping down after being on top of the counter. I ran upstairs and asked him what he was doing, and he hung his head down low, knowing he was caught.
“Drop it”, I said, but he wouldn’t drop what was in his mouth.
So I pried his mouth open and found a full stick of butter, still wrapped, clenched in his jaws. His fangs had made holes in the butter!
Another time, during a house party that Katy was having, somebody left some muffins up on the 
counter. Katy walked around the corner, and there was Boomer, lying on the floor, with a full muffin laying on the ground next to his head. He had stolen the muffin, but he knew that it was wrong, and he couldn’t bring himself to eat it.
Much of his misbehavior happened when my parents came to watch him. My Dad liked to go in the hot tub, and Boomer was strictly forbidden for playing ball when people were in the hot tub. He would drop the dirty, slimy tennis ball into the water, so we taught him not to do it, and we told my Dad that it was forbidden. As soon as my Dad got in, however, Boomer dropped a ball in. Then he did it again, and again. So my Dad found every ball in the yard and put it away.
The next time he got in the hot tub, he closed his eyes to relax. Until Boomer dropped a rock on him. When Boomer couldn’t find any more balls, he had gone off to find a rock!
My Dad and Mom also said, “It’s really wild when Boomer puts his paws up on the counter and walks from one end to the other”.
To which we said “What!”. Boomer would have never tried a stunt like that when we were around.
We didn’t let him on the couch either. Only once did I come down the stairs to find him laying on the couch! 
Perhaps the funniest Boomer store, however, was when my Mom was in bed and my Dad was watching a ballgame with Boomer. My Mom heard my Dad come up the stairs and get on the bed. She said “who won the game”. When he didn’t answer, she said “Jim, who won the game?”. Finally she rolled over to find out why he wasn’t answer and she saw Boomer standing there looking down at her (my Dad had walked into the bathroom!). She told him “Get Down Boomer”, and he just smiled and laid right down on the bed!
