Every morning, my dad lets the dogs out. Even though I think it's a weird practice, he gives them a treat once they come back in. I was downstairs this morning belly-aching about the snow when he let my dog out, let him back in, and guided him to the pantry where the treats are (not that the dog needs guiding to treats - he knows where to go).
Then Dad exclaimed as he gave Oliver his treat, "Can you believe it!? You take a crap and someone gives you a treat!" he placed one into Oliver's open mouth and added, somewhat disappointed, "I don't get treats."
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