We are working through his issues of separation anxiety. I mean, for crying out loud, getting out of the Jeep to go into the grocery store for potato salad nearly gets my husband dismembered. He doesn't like it when Phil gets out just to pump gas either. And he can see him through the windows the entire time. If ever there was a male dog drama queen, Wilson surely is the winner of that crown.
Phil thinks after all that he won't want to come back home. I beg to differ. Look at that face.