All he could think of was the birthday cake on the plate that J was holding. We tried to put it on the stool and have them pose for a picture, but that wasn't going to happen. It would have been gone in a second.
He loved his peanut butter, carob cake.
His present -- carob covered peanuts. One happy, happy dog.
"Awe, comeon guys! Why can't I have a few more cakes? I guess I'll just lick the plate again and the floor then look at you with pitiful eyes and hope you give in."