Our dog has major abandonment issues. He never lets us out of his sight when we're in the house, following closely enough that he often runs into us if we stop short. And closed doors? Absolutely not. If it's not latched properly, he will nose his way into the bathroom to stare at us on the toilet.
Because, well, apparently we might decide to leap out the second story window never to return.
Maybe one of the reasons he loves Allison so much is because with her has come a responsibility to have someone with her at all times. And most of that is spent at our house.
But on the rare occasions we have to leave as a family to go someplace without him, you can practically see the anxiety radiating off his tiny body. The second we break routine and start placing things in the diaper bag, he paces between us looking for extra attention or some sort of confirmation he might be allowed to tag along.
And on Sunday, we discovered that if we don't give him the extra attention he's seeking, he will retaliate.
We were getting ready to take Allison to church and had about an hour to feed her, shower and make ourselves presentable, then wriggle a 4-month-old into an Easter dress -- which I can not begin to explain how much EFFORT something like that takes. I have a feeling chiseling Mount Rushmore took less time.
And after watching us go through our entire morning routine, then turn our attention to the baby? Well, that was too much.
So he took a big steamy dump on the carpet right in the middle of the hallway upstairs.
I'm not sure which one of us was the first to spot it, but Toby got his message across loud and clear. Well, loud and smelly, anyway.
I couldn't do anything but laugh.
I've heard of Easter surprises, but that's a load of crap.