Except for the lack of screaming tantrums it’s a little like living with my ex. Laddie has a very strong sense of duty.
My duty, that is.
I’m only sort of complaining. I used to get annoyed with LB because he’d never tell me when he needed attention: He’d just stare fixedly at my back and shoot “need to pee” rays at me. Laddie is nowhere near that reticent. This morning he decided that was quite enough sitting around reading in the bedroom: Up, you sluggard! It’s time for food and walkies!