Puddles
The other day we arrived at the gym after a big rain and Nicole could not resist splashing in every puddle along the way to the entrance. 
While this is not an uncommon thing, on this particular day she could not pull herself away from her favorite puddle. I tried the “I’m going to leave you†lie and continued to walk towards the door. She didn’t seem to care at all at first. When I finally did get her attention and she saw how far away we were, she started to run towards me, but after a few paces she stopped and ran back to the puddle to continue splashing and dancing. She repeated this behavior a few times, starting off towards me and then changing her mind in favor of a puddle.
I finally had to pick her up and carry her in. She cried out for the puddle as we entered the gym.
I guess I fall just under the puddle in her scale of affection.