It was just Hoop and Tux with me this morning. Tag chose not to walk. The first time ever. Maybe he was confused. I left the gate open for him to follow if he changed his mind but found him waiting at the workshop door when I got back. I suppose he thought I went there. He gets confused sometimes and I need to keep a close eye on him so he doesn't take a wrong turn. Poor old guy is getting kind of dotty.
Here he is tucked into the cubby under my desk where I've folded a cushy yoga mat in half for his comfort. This is his private spot.