We've long since accepted that our dog has major attachment issues. It usually translates into nearly stepping on him if we're not careful, never having a free lap and dealing with him sleeping underneath the covers between our ankles.
But last night Toby took his neurosis to a whole new level.
Jerry woke up with Toby inside his shirt.
With Toby's head poking out his right sleeve.
If Jerry hadn't woken me up to witness it myself, I never would've believed him. Then I watched as Toby yawned, popped his head back into the shirt, tried to crawl out the neck hole and eventually Jerry evicted him forcefully when Toby decided to take a pit stop -- literally, when he started licking his armpit.
So I won't be surprised when Toby gets out a needle and thread and surgically attaches himself to Jerry's torso.