Our dog sits on the picnic table outside the back door. He sits there and faces the house and stares in the window, like "
Pleeeeeease let me inside." For what feels like hours. We usually wait until the other person really can't stand the look of tortured neglect, and then one of us jumps up and says, "I'll get him," as though we are doing the other person a favor. Once the
better spouse goes to let the shivering dog in, he bolts.
He often looks back at the house like, "You are not getting me back in that hell-hole, no matter what." The scene usually ends with the now defeated better spouse cursing the dog, and threatening a return to the pound. Within seconds, Tucker is back outside the window staring at us. You can practically hear him thinking "I wonder how long it will take them to get up this time." He is a manipulator and a liar.
Our dog sits on the picnic table outside the back door. He sits there and faces the house and stares in the window, like "Pleeeeeease let me inside." For what feels like hours. We usually wait until the other person really can't stand the look of tortured neglect, and then one of us jumps up and says, "I'll get him," as though we are doing the other person a favor. Once the better spouse goes to let the shivering dog in, he bolts. 
He often looks back at the house like, "You are not getting me back in that hell-hole, no matter what." The scene usually ends with the now defeated better spouse cursing the dog, and threatening a return to the pound. Within seconds, Tucker is back outside the window staring at us. You can practically hear him thinking "I wonder how long it will take them to get up this time." He is a manipulator and a liar.
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