I'd say well-trained, but he's not the trained one... we're the trained ones.
Since he was a puppy, we've been giving Fred a big treat at dinner time so that he won't beg at the table. He hasn't tried to beg in years, and yet he still gets a treat. On the nights we eat out, he flips out when we get home, following us around until we get him his treat - even though we didn't eat at home.
So this is what he looks like, not-so-patiently waiting for me to get around to giving him his treat, after Michaela and I got home from our dinner out.
Deprived and desperate dog.
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