All I'm Saying there's a joke in here somewhere

This is Matt's dog, Cody. This is a picture of Cody sitting at the front door with his face pressed against the seam of the door. Why? Because Matt is not here right now.

Like many English springer spaniels, Cody has emotional issues. He is unbelievably attached to Matt. When Matt and I were first dating, there were several occasions where I'd take care of Cody when Matt had to go out of town on business. Cody would get so upset that he wouldn't eat for days on end. He'd just sit there, staring at the door. He's very much a one-person dog.

That is why I call him Codypendant. Just thought I'd share that.

Oh, I should add that last night as I was falling asleep (with Matt out of town), Cody farted. Audible dog farts are a rarity around our house, though they are often smelt. This led my barely waking mind to decide that there was most likely a burglar hiding under the bed, and that said criminal had just passed gas and...um...blown his, uh, cover. Until I came fully awake and realized who the real culprit was, I felt the underbed thief and I were at something of an impasse.