Begging for Treats

I live for treats. I beg for treats. Sometimes I obey for treats. I often trick my human for treats. I just love treats.

I'm not particular about what treats I get as long as they arrive on a regular basis. However, my owner is particular so there is a limited variety and amount on hand at any given time. I have personally witnessed obsessive human behavior on package inspection, manufacturer name and location, so my obsession with those deemed worthy to buy doesn't seem unusual. Since I chew on antlers and bully sticks I am allowed mostly soft treats, which are my favorites.

The length I will go to get a treat is endless. There is the pitiful look, the hungry look, and my all time favorite: "look what I just did". Whether what I have just done is good, great or even barely passable, I will run over to the stash and look up longingly. Given that I am spoiled, I usually get what I want, but there have been a few occasions that my human actually checks on what I have done. I am appalled at the distrust, but again, I usually get what I want.

When you think about Americans begging for treats, it is a sad state of affairs. In the 4th quarter of 2011 there were almost 148 million non-veteran benefit takers compared to the 86 million private sector, full-time workers in the U.S. in 2012. That is a stunning ratio of 1.7 to 1. (Stats from Terrence Jeffrey CNSNews.com)

I BEG you....please don't quit your job.....millions of slackers are counting on you!

"You do not examine legislation in the light of the benefits it will convey if properly administered, but in the light of the wrongs it would do and the harms it would cause if improperly administered."

Lyndon Johnson

 

"Givers have to set limits because takers rarely do."

Irma Kurtz, Cosmopolitan Magazine, September 2003