So when business trips come up and Dad is sleeping in another state, bedtime can turn ugly FAST.
Fear not. Pudge is milking it.
If she were REALLY hurting or heartbroken she'd look like the guy from those old "bitter beer face" commercials.
When she's truly crying her face squishes up so much it nearly turns inside out.
Nope. This is Pudge at her finest.
Working the lip and strategically placing her sorrow-filled episode in front of the freezer...where the ice cream lives.
And...rest assured...she received a scoop of rainbow sherbet.
It was the only way I could get her to move from sitting in front of the door to where the wine lives.