Of Food and Obedience

I will always come when called by the scent of Blue Dog Bakery. It would be a mistake not to obey with a box of their treats sitting on the counter.

But what if I'm called without the benefit of food? Will I still come if Mom calls? Of course! I'll be a good little guy, and come. Crossing my fingers the whole way that she'll have a strip of chicken jerky hidden in her pocket.

If nothing else, I'll get a fuss of "Good boy!" and a pat on the head, and that makes it all worth it. I love nothing more than pleasing my mom. I suppose you could call me a Mama's boy, but you know, bad dogs don't get treats.

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