pokey, except for maybe the one thing that now motivates him every morning to be my noisy little under the desk foot warmer.
moooooom, he'll gently whine like a slow leaking air mattress, sometimes even putting a paw on my foot for extra emphasis, whhhhy isn't it tiiiiiiime for lunchhhh yeeeeet?
"Hush baby dog," I'll tell him as I rub his furry little head and comfort him, "lunch will be here soon enough and leaking air isn't going to make it come any faster."
Quiet, for all of 30 seconds before the leaking begins again. mooooom, whyyyyy caaaan't lunchhh be nooooooow?
"Ba-by doogg," I'll say with what I think to be the singsongy voice of authority. "Enough alreadeeeee"
moooo-oo-ooom!, he'll leak back, putting his head on my foot so he'll be sure to know if I decide to move elsewhere.
"Baby doggg" moo-oo-oom! "Baby dooggg!" moo-o-ooom!"Bay-bee doooggg!" mooooo-ooo-om!...
I'm not sure I can tell you how long this back and forth lasts without thoroughly embarrassing myself, but so far, I've been able to outlast the little kielbasa's willful leaking til sure enough, eventually there is silence. But oddly, lunch seems to be getting earlier and earlier these days.... :)