This is Bongo. Part Australian Shepherd, part Border Collie, part something else, we're not sure.
He is, in no uncertain terms, pissed off.
He's taking a sabbatical.
To reflect upon the fact that his once-perfect life has been replaced by a place of sticky-fingered torment, flying missiles, and cacophonous yelling and screaming.
It's not always easy, being him.
See this? This is Bongo's water bowl.
It's suspiciously orange. I think someone might have dropped a popsicle in there.
It's all a bit much to take.
And then last night, I heard it. As my toddler woke up crying for the second time, Bongo took off out the dog door, slamming it on the way.
Don't ask me how he managed it, but he did.
"Did you hear that?" I asked J who was previously asleep. "Bongo just slammed the dog door. He SLAMMED it. He's definitely pissed off."
And so it is.
It's his birthday soon. Maybe I should do something nice for him...