NaBloPoMo: Baby steps
For those who think that dogs are markedly different than small children, I give you Luke. Luke is sort of needy. And understand that when I say "Luke is sort of needy," it's comparable to saying "the ocean is kinda wet." Over the weekend, while we installed the flooring, Luke had to remain outside. While we were just on the other side of the door laying flooring. I can't say for sure, but based on his crying and whining and tantrum-throwing, I'd guess that he felt he might as well have been abandoned. And yesterday? Well, yesterday morning John left on a business trip. And Luke hasn't. left. my. side. No, not even to pee, not even to chase squirrels, not even to drink some water.
What I've marveled at since we got Luke is how he is at once flexible and neurotic. We take him at least twice a year, usually more like three or four times a year, to the "pet resort" to be boarded for a week or two at a time. And he's all, hey, this is cool, see you cats later! But when we put him outside to do some flooring work, he acts as if his entire world is collapsing and nothing will ever be the same, never ever, no don't try consoling me, I can't hear you over my sobbing. What gives?