So my family thinks it’s cute to have me perform like some sort of circus animal. I mean, I know I’m good at it and I do thoroughly enjoy the praise, but mostly I’m only in it for the delicious treats I receive.
Here’s a little video for ya of some of my best tricks. Notice how many times my sister pesters me to play dead after I’ve ALREADY done all of the other ones? I mean COME ON, how many tricks does a guy have to do to get one measly treat? Playing dead is definitely the most humiliating of them all. Why my family takes pleasure in pretending to kill me I will never understand… I do give in though, but only because I clearly wasn’t getting any treats until I did.