Every time I give my husband a ride to the airport and come home alone the little dog gets kind of miffed with me. He wont hear me when I explain that it is not my fault. I feel so guilty when he looks around me to the porch and realizes I've done it again. I've taken away his precious daddy. Daddy is the spoiler. He gives copious amounts of treats while I, on the other hand, just ask him if he wants a chicken steak. It's like having little kids all over again. Mommy = drag. Daddy = Rockin'!