After my husband leaves in the morning, our boy's determination to prevent any subsequent people departures doubles. He will follow me around, and if I manage to slip away to another room unnoticed, he will do a room to room check until he finds me.
However, he doesn't really like to go into the bathroom. That's where his B-A-T-Hs happen. You know, I could accidently slip and give him a B-A-T-H at any time if our boy goes in there. So if I'm fussing around at the mirror, I can count on him laying himself across the landing at the top or the bottom of the stairs, like a recumbant sentry, so I don't get away.
Good Boy, Gonzo. Just wait right there. I'll be back in a doggie minute.
More to come, so come back if you're interested.
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