Something weird happened yesterday.

I didn’t get my morning treat from the Assistants. No cheese. Nothing.

At first, I panicked. I assumed the worst. Someone must be out to get me, like that bunny I tried to chase.

I spent an hour pacing around the yard, huffing, barking, coming up with theories about the neighbor’s cat being in an anti-Bert cabal. I even held a meeting with the neighborhood dogs via the backyard bark network, just to be sure everyone heard.

Eventually, the Assistants explained (again) that I had to sit in order to get my treat. Which I still don’t think is strictly necessary.

Looking back… I probably could’ve just sat down and gotten the treat. Or at least fully laid out my argument and moved on. But instead, I turned it into a whole performance. SO MUCH BARKING. 

Today I sat. They gave me the treat.

Just sharing in case anyone else ever finds themselves spiraling in a situation like this. Sometimes it’s not a conspiracy. Sometimes you just have to sit your butt down.

Playing “The SIMS Pets” except this feels real. Cannelle is dog. Cruella is cat. I am mother.

If it gets someone to pay attention to you, then yes.