You know, it's tough to be the dog in this house. What does a guy have to do to get a donut all to himself?
I'm a good dog. I don't jump on people and knock them down. I don't bark too much. I never, ever pee-pee inside the den, er, house. And even with all the factual evidence in MY favor, I don't get a donut to call my own.
Yes, Mom and Dad always give me little biteys of their donuts, but it's not the same. The dog is a second-class citizen here. I guess I should be happy I rank above the cat.
Mom - I love donuts! You know this! I'd be so grateful if just once I could have a whole donut!
Dad - Can't you convince Mom it would be okay to give me a whole donut?
My patience isn't infinite. I'm a dog. Sooner or later you won't be watching closely enough and I will snatch the prize.
Don't say you were never warned.
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