Someone in our family has a special talent. My sister, Molly, is the only one of us Scotties who can rise up on her rear legs and beg for a treat. Every time that Wen walks over to the treat jar, there’s Molly, sitting up and begging as if to say, “Please may I have a treat? Pretty please?” She looks like one of those prairie dogs standing straight up, but she looks really cute, even if she’s begging. Neither Sadie nor I have ever begged like that. We just do a regular sit and give Wen the pleading Scottie eyes or jump up and down in anticipation of a tasty morsel. I guess that we’re lucky that treats are dispersed equally, whether we have special talents or not!
Molly
