Mama wasn’t feeling quite up to snuff today so as I walked out the door to go to work he followed me into the car.
He knows our routine, he seems to sense when it’s appropriate for him to ask to come along. If he sees us getting water bottles, everyone scrambling for shoes and footballs he starts whining to tag along.
Today it was more of an “alright, I’ll drag myself out of bed and go with you”
I’m convinced there’s a little 77 year old man person living inside this doggy shell.