My people really are the best. On Thursday I gave thanks for my (small) plate of turkey and mashed potatoes, and on Friday morning I saw my travel leash and travel bowls being collected. That could only mean one thing: road trip!
Road trips and Christmas markets and good behavior can tire me out, though. That is a lot of sensory input for a Foxhound.
On the way home I was rewarded with a hamburger for my good dog behavior. Why, no, I am not spoiled. I am Clayton Theodore Foxhound III, living my extraordinary life in dog-friendly Europe.