We Scotties never miss an opportunity to grab a treat. Any time that Wen gets remotely close to the treat jar on the kitchen counter, we show up and sometimes line up to hopefully be rewarded for being us, looking cute, being good dogs, not being bad dogs, or absolutely nothing. Okay, there doesn’t have to be anything specific for us to show up for a reward because we are treat hounds and we really just want a Milk-bone. Please? Is it treat time? Pretty please?
