She lies flat on the floor — legs out, tongue slightly hanging, dramatic as ever. No treats, no attention? Time to fake her own death. The performance is Oscar-worthy, complete with slow blinks and exaggerated sighs.
It’s her way of saying, “I deserve more treats, and I’m willing to be theatrical about it.” The commitment to the role is impressive, and I can’t help but laugh every time she pulls it.
And when I finally cave and give her a snack, she pops right back to life — tail wagging, eyes bright, proud of her successful performance.
