“Robert?”
I picked up my head. Daddy’s arms linked around Mommy’s waist. He held up two bags of treats. “Peanut butter or bacon?”
I barked once.
“Bacon it is.”
Daddy walked over, patted me on the head, and gave me my treat. I munched on the crunchy treat, pulled Bunny Squeak closer, and felt happy. I guess sometimes you can’t give up hope, even if you are broken.
I hope other dogs and other humans realize it and take their shot.
With a big sigh, I dropped my head back on the mat and slept.