Snawsomes

I buy Molly a dog treat at Wal~Mart called Snawsomes made by the makers of Snausages. She prefers the beef and cheese flavor but it really doesn't matter. They must have some addictive, narcotic-type quality to them because if I run out of Snawsomes, there is hell to pay. If I take her outside, she expects a Snawsome when she comes back in. If I forget, heaven forbid, she sits at my knee and woofs at me or gently nudges me in the direction of the kitchen until I present her with one. She knows exactly what cabinet I keep them in and if patience is a virtue, Molly is not a virtuous dog. She immediately takes it to her spot on the living room floor, props it up between her paws, and it is usually gone in under a minute.