...and I'm beside myself. I was so pouty that Mom gave me a spoonful of peanut butter to perk me up:
Ah ha, that's right - now I remember: Mom is easily manipulated. She's just one of the pack, and a pretty feeble-minded one at that. This will be lots of fun. I relished the look on her face when I decided to run under the couch instead of into my pen. (I always run right into my pen for Dad!) She couldn't leave for work while I was under the couch!
I started barking as I heard her lock the door. I bet if I keep barking, she'll be stupid enough to come back!