OK, I know how to sit and “leave it”. I have to do it every time I eat. But Mom decided to TORTURE us with these cookies. All for a photo opp.
What’s up with that? Is it something I should be reporting to PETA? They’re big on abused anipals and I thought maybe we fit the bill. Mom said my imagination was running away again. Who? Me? Moi?
I just know Toby was being really good, but was beginning to drool. I was very intent on making sure he didn’t get mine. My eye is on the ball. Oh right, Mom, it’s a cookie….