Day two of my child being 700 miles away at grandparent summer camp.
Me: It’s too quiet.
Dog: Shush, I’m napping.
Me: But don’t you miss him?
Dog: Yes, of course, I’m napping.
Me: Ohhhh, Dukers cuddle with me like Jackson would.
Dog: No. Stop it. Get your hands off of me.
Me: You hate me… (crying)
Dog: Jesus. Here let me hop onto your face, does this help?
Me: Get off my face you nutso.
Dog: I don’t get you, I mean honestly.
Me: What is your problem? Get away from me.
Dog: Fine, I’ll just walk over her and nap again.
Me: WHY ARE YOU LEAVING ME?!