It started out like any other Saturday morning. Mom and I got up around six, and I went out to do all my outside activities. Mom fixed a cup of coffee, and we trotted back to her office.
And that's when it happened.
Mom sat in her chair and I sat right in front of her like the good dog I am and batted my eyelashes at her. Then I offered her my paw. This ALWAYS gets me snackies.
The jar was empty.
That's right, folks. The jar was empty. Mom let the treat jar in the office get empty.
I know I trained her better than that. And instead of immediately going to remedy the situation, she checked her email! I did not like this at all. So I stared at her and tried to send her a telepathic message, which she didn't get. Now she's writing my blog while I sit here starving.
That right. STARVING.
No, I'm not being melodramatic. I want my morning snackies.
Houston, we have a problem...........