I was just sitting there on a kitchen chair, waiting for a piece of muffin or something, when all of a sudden they ganged up on me. There was no mercy. They just sat me up on my (exceedingly cute) tush, and had me going “up high” and “down low” without rest and without reason. They laughed their asses off, which made me feel really, really weird.
They’ve taught me this stuff just lately, you know. “Shake a paw, Rusty“, or “Catch this, Rusty!” or “Slap me four!” Next up is roll over. And you know what? If I don’t play along they just withhold the cookie or the piece of kibble – they don’t give it to me at all – and that makes me cry because it looks oh, so tasty! And so I give in because I’m hooked on treats. I’ve got to have them to survive. I’m a cookie junkie.
I think the look on my face here says it all.
Oh, the indignity!