There’s a traitor amongst us.


And, his name's Duke.

Yes, HIM!










I feed him.







I sneak and let him come up on the sofa to cuddle.






I get on the dirty ground and play with him.
















I put up with him sticking his tongue out at me.



















I give him treats.







Did I mention that I feed him?







And, this, THIS is what I get in return:

When Dave vacates the premises Duke, the traitor, glues his nose to the front door, where he stays, motionless, staring.

Eventually, he does tire and he will lay down and look pitifully my way.

He puts on quite a show, intermittently whining and whimpering. He's even started howling, HOWLING, for his long lost owner.

It's quite gross, actually... makes me lose my appetite it's so disgusting. The traitor!

To make the situation even worse Angel, my little Angel. Sweet, loving, sensitive Angel...

...joins him, Duke, the traitor!

There's two traitors amongst us!

Thank goodness for this little guy, he never leaves my side!

It's a doggy dog world out there, folks. It doesn't matter what you do, how many treats you give, how much sustenance you supply, they'll always long after one of their own! HAHAHA!!!!!