Come home Daddy!

I am a little out of sorts right now. Daddy is away at a trade show so Mommy has been taking care of me for the past few days. Unfortunately, Mommy has a rather haphazard schedule, which means my walks have occurred at irregular times. This is throwing my bathroom regimen way off. Daddy needs to come home quick before I develop PIBS (puggy irritable bowel syndrome).

This is me and Daddy striking a pose -- notice the similarity?

I did manage to outsmart Mommy: she puts my treats in little plastic sandwich bags whenever we go outside. Last night she dropped the whole bag on the floor as she was leaving for work. I saw it fall, but being incredibly sneaky, didn't tell her. I just looked at her, pretending to be all sad that she was leaving me all alone. Then when she was gone, I pounced on that bag and ate all those beef jerky treats! Yum!