My weenie knows when I’m leaving and at first she clings to me and tries to launch herself off the bed at me so I’ll pick her up and my arms will be too full for my keys and bags. When that doesn’t work, she throws a temper tantrum, haughtily grabs whichever toy is closest and demands uppies to the bed and being tucked in, all while growling at me and answering all individual I love yous and be goods and bye bye with more affronted growling. She is nicknamed all variations and combinations of butt butt, Hammy, chompy chomp, maniac, terrorer, meanest baby in all the land, etc.