This is a picture that Dad sent to The Mom while she abandoned me to go party in Sin City with her furriends was out of town. Please note the very sad Froot Bats. Dad took great care of me and all, but he's just not The Mom. I missed her so much that I kept him up at night because I was pacing around the house looking for her. I made sure to act real sad so that he would tell her and then she would feel real bad. It totally worked. When she got home, I ran to the door and wagged my tail and gave her a hug. And guess what? The last three days have been chock full of ear scritches and hugs and TREATS. That's right! LOTS OF TREATS. I totally think she needs to go away for the weekend again. The guilt makes the treats flow. It.is.awesome.