Now, because he's our only dog with full run of the house, he shows up at the most interesting times. Sitting on the toilet brings a small creak of the door and a tiny face peeking in. Folding laundry? Yep, tiny little face peeking at you. Last week I was taking a bath, and he poked his head in, saw that I was in the tub and stole one of my socks right in front of me.
So far we've allowed this to continue because most of the time he only escapes the family room when his siblings are picking on him or when he wants to go curl up next to Smokey in the sun. But there's been a few times where he's gotten spooked and suddenly he's running around the house screaming at the top of his tiny lungs.
|"I'll be joining you in a minute to help you eat your lunch."|