Grand-dog

Whenever we go to The Flumlet's house I try to remember not just the treat for him but a carrot for the grand-dog.

Unfortunately his recognition is sharp as a pin and I am hardly through the door before it's 'where's my carrot where's my carrot where's my carrot....' He's very good at sitting, lying down and even staying on command (for a few moments) then it starts all over again.

This is him some time after consuming said carrot, while the Flumlet is getting a snack from the cupboard, he's hoping that I have another one in my pocket. I didn't, he gets one and that's it.