Every evening, Rio is let out to potty before I go to bed. I watch him while he's out. He pees and then proceeds to check out the ENTIRE backyard. I call him and he comes in and jumps on the couch. I head to bed, I get IN bed and comfy.
Then it starts.
He comes in the bedroom and scratches himself.
Then he whines slightly.
Then he grumbles.
Then he paces.
And finally he sounds like Chewbacca.
(Picture the equivalent of a 3 year old child that JUST realized they have to go. Right. This. VERY. Second.)
I get up, in a huff, and he FLIES to the back door. I let him out, again. (Remember, he'd been out already not more than 5 minutes ago.)
He then poops. And comes flying back to the door.
He comes tearing in like a banshee is after him and launches himself from the middle of the living room to the couch, then launches from the couch to the loveseat and then back to the couch again.
I swear it's like a victory lap.
Every. Single. Dang-blasted. Night.
Don't let this face fool you.
He does it on purpose.