My Daddy says that I am really obnoxious, so I had better be glad that I am so cute or else I would be looking for a new home by now. Mommy tells him to shut up and reminds him that he will be out on the street long before I ever am. That is what I call "job security."
Who could resist this adorable face? Neither of my parents it seems, so I get to run rough-shod over both of them.
Occaisonally, my Mommy can resist it, at least when there is ice cream at stake.
I am now skeptical that I will be getting any ice cream, despite the face. I have tried and failed in this area many times, but I can't give up without a fight.
I will lay down, but not in defeat. Notice how I do not take my eye off the ice cream. Like the wily hawk stalking a meerkat pup, I will pounce as soon as I am secure that the powers that be have let their guard down.
Here, my Mommy caught me in an embarrassing state. I was minding my own business eating leaves and dirt off the kitchen floor, when Daddy came in and went over to my treat bowl. I had to rush over to him and sit down so I would get my treat, but I didn't have time to swallow the leaf I had been eating. So Mommy and Daddy got a good laugh at my expense, but at least I got a treat out of it.