Since I'm such a wiggle-butt with a propeller tail, mom has to put me on the leash when people come to visit. I'm so spring-loaded that I can bounce across the room to see them and be in their lap before anyone knows it.
Ya know, this isn't fair! I really don't like having to be on the leash. What a bummer! But since apparently I have no choice, and I have to lay nice at mom's feet, I am sure to take the opportunity to make a real good sad pitiful face to play on mom and dad's sympathy.
Then if the sad pitiful face fails, I lay on the floor and try to look as depressed as possible. That definitely gets the visitor's attention and their sympathy vote.
Well, here's my final comment on having to stay on the leash situation . . . .
. . . I don't like it one bit!
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