Siobhan
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My husband built this rolling stand for Rocky so that we can drag him around (so *I* can drag him around!) with us all over the house. He's so clingy and needy that he can't be left alone for more than 10 seconds if he knows we're home.
So ... I go to the bathroom, he comes along. I go to hang out with the little parrots, he comes along. I fold laundry, he comes along. I do dishes, he comes along. I told him the other day that I don't know which of us is more ridiculous, him insisting on being rolled around with me or me for doing it. And Hubby said, "I know which of you is more ridiculous." Harrumph. Okay, okay, it's me. I know it's me. But Rocky has to take his share of the blame for being such a squawky Rocky when I go out of his sight, ever so briefly.
So ... I go to the bathroom, he comes along. I go to hang out with the little parrots, he comes along. I fold laundry, he comes along. I do dishes, he comes along. I told him the other day that I don't know which of us is more ridiculous, him insisting on being rolled around with me or me for doing it. And Hubby said, "I know which of you is more ridiculous." Harrumph. Okay, okay, it's me. I know it's me. But Rocky has to take his share of the blame for being such a squawky Rocky when I go out of his sight, ever so briefly.