Running around barking at everything and nothing. Shadowing my every single move in the house. Running inside and out (and getting wet, muddy paw prints all over the clean floor. Chasing each other and driving each other completely crazy. Terrorizing the poor little girl (about Connor's age) - who has the misfortune to live behind us right now - every single time she sets foot in her yard. Stalking anyone who even thinks about getting some food from the kitchen.
Apparently these things make you tired. And snore.
And I thought toddlers were needy.