Why does Rocky persist in going upstairs when I am downstairs? Doesn’t he know that he’s better off where the big dog is? Shouldn’t he feel lonely up there all by himself? I know it is a wonderland of socks and shoes and toilet paper fresh off the roll but still... Okay, I’ve answered my question. Now I have shut all the doors up there and all that is left is the bare hallway. Maybe when he is finished picking the toilet paper out of his teeth, he will come down.

After lunch today, we went out to get the mail and then he had a poop! I live in eternal hope.