Treats Trump

Hi. I'm Oliver. And no matter what I'm doing, I will stop doing it for a treat. Even really fun things I will stop doing for a treat. Like when my mom was getting out her Christmas decorations, I got to play with an old Weeble Wobble™ Santa Claus. I was super curious about it, especially because it made a noise every time I kicked it. I loved playing with that little Santa toy. But as soon as I heard the word treat, that Santa toy was history. 


That being said, I didn't actually hear the word treat. I just heard what I thought was the sound of my treat bag opening. So I had to see if a treat was coming out. It wasn't, but even the potential of a treat trumps all the other stuff I do. Even if I'm already eating a treat, a new treat trumps the old treat. Of course, that may sound dumb to you humans, but that's just the way dogs are. They're totally ADHD. More specifically, unmedicated ADHD.  


Anyway, back to my story about me ditching the Weeble Wobble™ Santa toy for the chance to get a treat.


If you need a visual aide to help you understand what I'm talking about, I have one. It's that video at the beginning of my blog. Just hit the arrow button and my video will play in my blog. Speaking of my blog, I'm blogging again. Two blog posts in one month. Yay me! That's pretty good. Although if someone came in and offered me a treat, I'd totally stop blogging and go eat my treat. But since my mom's at work, I doubt anyone is going to walk in and give me a treat. 


If that did happen, that would be creepy. Because no one should be walking in and giving me a treat when my mom's at work. I won't eat any stupid, breaking-and-entering guy's treat. You never know where that treat came from. Sure, I eat a lot of dirty crap off the floor. Sometimes I even eat crap. But treats involving strangers and creepy situations is where I draw the line. 


Yep. That's the only thing that trumps a treat--me being too freaked out to enjoy the treat. I might eat that treat a little later, like once I had a chance to warm up to the treat and get comfortable in my surroundings. But not until I do that safety stuff. 


That's right. One little sign of creepiness and it's no treat for this guy. Not even a lick or a sniff of the treat if I'm not comfortable. But most of the time I'm comfortable with my treats. And the most important thing to remember is that I really like treats. So if you've got any to spare, send 'em on over. Not in person (or I might not eat them), but in a little plastic Ziploc™ bag with a note to my mom. I'll let her examine the treats and make sure they're safe so all I have to do is eat them.


I like treats. I should go sniff the garbage basket in the bathroom. What's that guy doing walking his dog down the street? Weird-o.


See what I mean? Doggie ADHD.


I like treats.


The end. 


Ollie