When I go outside, Melvin wants to come with.  I can leave for ten seconds or ten hours and his greeting will be the same amount of excitement each time I come back through the door.

If I go into the yard, because the sprinkler system sprung a leak and I’m helping the technician dude figure out why our yard is a swamp, he will watch from a half up/half down on the purple chair out the window.  And apparently he’ll stick his tongue out as punishment for not being invited out to the “party”.