Where's my Daddy? (Happy Farter's Day)

I miss my P-Daddy.  He is somewhere on a Glacier doing his business. I just hope he brought enough bags to pick up 5 days' worth of business before it freezes. Even though Mommy is paying attention to me, it is not as much fun. And here is the evidence: 

Daddy likes to be silly and he takes the car to some really fun places, with me in it. 

He climbs great big snow mountains with me.

He does splurgery on my giant Orvis chicken before playing Biggie Rodeo. Mommy, on the other hand, just has the splurgery all the time and then I have to take care of her and let her win at tug because she is such a weakling. It's not much of a workout for me.

More evidence that Mommy is NO FUN: 

She sits on me. (She thinks Biggie Rodeo means she gets to ride me. She weighs A LOT LOT LOT more than my Orvis chicken!)

She is always making me do undignified things, like give her kisses.

And that's not even counting all the times she smooshes me when I am just lying there minding my own business! (Can you see a theme here? Mommy is a dom top in the worst way.)

She even makes other dogs submit to her will. All for a few crumbs of dog biscuit. I am so embarrassed I got caught with these other two shameless treat beggars.

When she heard the phrase "use the carrot and the stick," she took it literally... 


She beat my little butt into submission before it became a big butt. I had the last laugh, though. I ate those sneakers last month. heh. 
So it's not much of a surprise that I'd rather be getting CRRRRRAAAZEEEEE with Daddy!

Daddy, please come home soon. Mommy has no tolerance for any of my naughtiness, and she won't wrassle with me or let me jump. And Althea threw away my last birdday balloon! THE INJUSTICE!