This is my son Andy and my mom's dog, Zeke. He never liked children until my son was born. Now he will lay on the floor and patiently let Andy pull on his ears and face.
In the 47 seconds you've been forcing us to balance these milkbones on our nose, we've been discussing our present situation amongst ourselves, and we've come to a consensus: This is actually the worst trick you've ever forced us to learn. We both demand a written and verbal apology from you for this, along with a heaping stack of milkbones that require no nose-balancing.