It’s a Hard Life Begging for Treats

I have a “ruff” life. Mama says that I have to work to earn my “rent,” so this means we have to go to work five days a week, eight hours a day. It’s tough for me. I have to work hard to get treats. They make me do silly tricks, like stand up, roll over, and “would you rather be married or dead?” (I always choose dead). I also have to not bark, or else I don’t get any treats at all. Can you believe that? Mama has made it a rule that her co-workers are NOT allowed to give me any treats if I bark for them. She says it’s bad manners, and I am supposed to be a good mannered girl.

I am pretty well-behaved though. I sleep most of the time, and when her co-worker ( a woman named Marcie) is working at the home decor boutique where Mama works, I just follow Marcie everywhere because Marcie gives me lots of treats and rubbies.  I am occasionally forced to go on a treat diet when Mama says I am getting too chunky.

Here I am begging for my treat and waiting for Mama’s boss to tell me which trick to do. (It was “sit up” if you must know.)

The doggie in the above photo is Ava, the Havanese. She is the boss’s doggie that comes to work with her. We have a rivalry. Since we are both girls, I am very jealous and demand everyone’s attention, so I will sometimes bark at Ava to back off, because I am the Queen Bee. Hehe. Everyone loves both of us, though!