Please congratulate me.

Note to humans: I don't think I'm getting enough sleep.

Oh yay. Our turn.

Pick something nice, okay?

A toy maybe? How about some treats? Are there any treats in there?

What's that? Is it a lamb bone? Did you get me a lamb bone?

Please give it to me now. Pleeease.

Poop bags. How very thoughtful.

p.s. My humans got me a puppacino for a graduation present but they were so excited, they forgot to take a picture. It smelt and tasted nothing like the one my stay-at-home human made. It didn't make me throw up. It is now my opinion that puppacinos are not made with chicken stock.