Dutch Finally Learned to Ask for Crack Bones

Dutch is approaching a year old and we've been feeding him Greenies (aka crack) most of that year (shhh . . . don't tell the Greenies people. They're not for dogs as young as he was or as little as he is).

They've been stored in the bottom of our linen closet in the hall and we've never kept secret where they were. Just recently he's discovered that if he sits in the hall and whines at the door, he may just get one. So after trying that a few times, he's become more insistent each time he tries it. He cried for one first thing in the morning yesterday and then last night he sat in the hall and whines turned into barks and then into wails. Little rotten stinker. Someone is getting too spoiled for their own good.

Yes, good Daddy. That's what I want.

Please please please? I do stick em up!

He is, in fact, crying for one just now. Pig.