This morning the next wave happened. I took Ringo out to go potty early in the morning and when I put him back in his crate he had himself a little pity party, fussing and whining and even some barking. I knew this shift was coming, that it doesn’t take long for the bond to start forming. His let me out of here is no longer driven by “I don’t want to be alone” but now is more about “I want to be with you.”