This is Snickers, when he was 8 weeks old. He was so cute. Little did I know that he would suffer terribly from seperation anxiety. He is now two years old. When I walk in the door from work, I give him a treat, first. If I don't he won't let me sit down, take off my shoes, go to the bathroom or anything else. Of course, I know, you think he really can't stop me, he only weighs 11 pounds. I am way bigger.... The thing is it isn't worth the griping and complaining that he does if I don't acknowledge him first. He can jump 4 feet off the floor, from a flat-footed position and he barks like a maniac. I could probably just deal with it, but now he has taught our 70 pound german shepherd, Saul, the proper way to greet momma when she comes home. I keep the snack jar just inside the front door, now. Here boys, fetch. If I run fast, I can make it to the bathroom, before they finish their milk bones.