This is me, Stanley. Yesterday a terrible thing happened. Mom and dad came home from their long run and Dad put a bagel on the nightstand next to the bed and then got into the shower. The terrible thing was that mom came out of the bathroom to get dressed just as I was introducing my tongue to the bagle. Dang, foiled again!
So I've been trying to make dad feel guilty and reminding him how loyal I am and that I REALLY deserved that pretzel bagel. Here is what I do when dad is NOT in the truck. I faithfully wait for him.
Doesn't a faithful dog deserve a pretzel bagel?
Stanley & Murphy