When we return home from dinner with babycarrot sister and brother Will and (eventually; he’s sneaky) find Iggy has relieved himself in a less than ideal location while we were gone, he scolds him, per our owner training manuals (of which we have (too) many), and then, a few minutes later, when Iggy looks at him with sad puppy pouting eyes, he gently scoops him up in his arms and lets him fall asleep on his chest while he watches the Oregon Public Broadcasting channel.