Torture...

Ok, I can't stand this torture anymore! I tell you, it's cruel and un-canine punishment! Let me explain...

Every day, after mommy leaves (which I am still having a hard time with following her, I want you to know) daddy comes in and gives me my treat and then that's it. That's all I get until we walk again in the afternoon, unless we go for a ride, and then I get a treat when we come home. So, what does HE do? Eats things all day, that's what! And does he even consider poor me, sitting here just drooling at the thought of tasting what he's got? No! No offers to try it, no equal portions, rarely even a smell of it up close. I've given up following him around the house unless I hear things going on in the kitchen. I just lay here in misery as he walks by with something that just LOOKS good, nevermind what it SMELLS like. In fact, I've taken to hanging my head off of my bed in an effort to try to sleep through these episodes of torture. It's all I can do to keep my sanity.