Jason being away means he doesn't get walked nearly as often as usual. He's done pretty well, getting a walk pretty much every other day so far since Jason's been gone, but it's not every day.
Old habits die hard, though, so every night when I come out from putting Michaela to bed, he's been following me around, waiting for his walk, even if he's gotten one already that day.
Tonight, he didn't get one at all, and he just looked so pathetic as he parked himself right in my line of sight and stared at me to see when we would be going.
He eventually gave up and went to the bedroom to sleep, but not before he stared me down.
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