Accidentally say “we’re leaving” in front of Henry, and then walk out into the garage to get your purse from the car.
I walk back in.
He refuses. And judging by his facial expression is pissed. He expects to leave now. Put me in my car seat. Roll down window. You know the drill, lady.
After a good bit of coaxing, pictures and 5 minutes later, he still refused. I had to pick him up and bring him inside.
I was a jerk to my 25 lb. schnauzer today. Forgive me, for I have sinned.