Doods. Bad news. I think Mom got to Dad. He took this picture last night. And gave me no treats. And Mom was sort of bummed about my froot bats because she said they were Flying Nun Froot Bats (she prefers the more relaxed, out-to-the-side froot bats). But he said, "But he's smiling!" Then she said that maybe Dad could let me lick the milk from the bottom of his cereal bowl when he was done with it just to sort of coax out the relaxed froot bats and he wouldn't do it. Doods. I'm distraught. I don't even know what to do. I thought he was on my side. His excuse was that he thought I wasn't allowed to have people foods. And Mom said (thankfully!) that I get people foods on Thursday nights when I'm doing my photoshoots.
I hope you guys have a great weekend and get tons and tons of treats.
