Poor boy

I've overslept two days in a row. Most days I try to have 20 minutes to spend either playing with Tug or rubbing his ears. Not these two days, however. I did come home early enough on Monday that he was still awake and got an ear rub. This morning, as I was heading out the door, I heard Mama say, "ohhhhh, someone's so disappointed." I look back and the poor boy is standing with his ears down and a furrowed brow. He wouldn't even look at me...and I thought mothers gave the best guilt trips (LOL).

He's back to letting us know he wants to go to bed again. He's making it to about 9:30pm and then he's done. If Mama can get him to sleep in the chair with her he's hyper excited to see me when I come home. Some nights he just can't wait up...