Dads sure are different than Moms. Today Dad stayed home sick. He fixed himself some breakfast, eggs and cheese. I climbed up onto the footstool in front of him and gave him a sweet look. He just ignored me. I then gave him my wide-eyed, pouty face. Again, nothing. Mom would have been putty in my paws by this point. I finally tried the pathetic whine with the pouty look. Still nothing, this guy must have no heart. Mom is definitely going to hear about this. And I am sure she will comfort me with all kinds of goodies too!