You know. Why is it that my dogs get a treat every time I let them out? They are the ones that needed to go out. I am the one that got up for their benefit, opened the door, stood there while they refused to actually go to the bathroom, yelled their names twenty times while they ran through the flowerbeds and jumped in the pool, then wiped their damn feet off when they finally decided to come back in, all while sweating profusely 'cause it is freaking hot outside now. Then, they sit in the kitchen with their noses pressed to the cabinet, waiting for me to pass out a treat.
Why? What hard work did you do? You played in flowerbeds, went swimming, and refused to come when I called you. Now your asses want treats? Screw that. I deserve the treats. I am putting a jar of chocolates by the back door and rewarding myself everytime I let them out.