When it’s time for Zeus to have his morning walk, he refuses to get out of bed and acts like a spoiled toddler.
It’s morning, and time for my walk. But when I try to get out of bed, I just can’t seem to summon the energy. I act like a spoiled toddler, refusing to budge no matter how much my owner cajoles me. I know I should be ashamed of myself, but I just can’t help it. After all, a dog’s life is pretty cushy. Why bother getting out of bed when there’s a comfy spot right here? Maybe if I give my best puppy dog eyes, my owner will take pity on me and carry me outside.