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"damn it dad, you're just not paying enough attention to me right now" he seems to say almost all the time
he's on top of the computer right now. i don't know how he got there or how he fits there, but he's there excited that i'm home
even though i do everything i can to avoid seperation anxiety, he still makes the cute little noises of exuberent happieness whenever i come home
the first few nights after i got back from cleveland he wouldn't leave my side, and slept as close to me as he possibly could
i finally fixed the gate leading to the back yard, so he can't escape. he never went far, and whenever i ran outside worried that he might be gone and lost, he's always a house or two away. i call his name and he gives me the "do i have to?" look. he doesn't run away, but (usually) comes sprinting back.
when i take naps, he cuddles with me on the couch.
whenever i close the curtins, he hops on the couch and rearranges them on each side so that he can see out one side, and then run to the other side to follow what he was watching in the first window.
he can't catch a ball with his mouth, but besides that he's the best fetch player in the entire world.
when i'm feeling shitty and lying down, i always open my eyes to his face about an inch from mine. he gives me a couple licks and the runs and gets a toy.
i could go on and on and on about him, but he brought me his roap and it's tug time.
he's on top of the computer right now. i don't know how he got there or how he fits there, but he's there excited that i'm home
even though i do everything i can to avoid seperation anxiety, he still makes the cute little noises of exuberent happieness whenever i come home
the first few nights after i got back from cleveland he wouldn't leave my side, and slept as close to me as he possibly could
i finally fixed the gate leading to the back yard, so he can't escape. he never went far, and whenever i ran outside worried that he might be gone and lost, he's always a house or two away. i call his name and he gives me the "do i have to?" look. he doesn't run away, but (usually) comes sprinting back.
when i take naps, he cuddles with me on the couch.
whenever i close the curtins, he hops on the couch and rearranges them on each side so that he can see out one side, and then run to the other side to follow what he was watching in the first window.
he can't catch a ball with his mouth, but besides that he's the best fetch player in the entire world.
when i'm feeling shitty and lying down, i always open my eyes to his face about an inch from mine. he gives me a couple licks and the runs and gets a toy.
i could go on and on and on about him, but he brought me his roap and it's tug time.