Getting Nervous

Buddy keeps referring to me as "That Little Rabbit." I am starting to get nervous about the ideas he is forming in that thick skull of his ... I'm also afraid he isn't going to want to leave our house when Nate comes home on Thursday. Woman gives Buddy treats after going potty, and he really really likes getting the treat. Nate does not give Buddy treats. Woman lets Buddy sleep with us in the bedroom, but Nate does not. Buddy gets to lounge around the house all day long with human companionship, but Nate puts him outside while he goes to work. Woman sings Buddy songs about how great a dog is. I doubt Nate does this, but if he does, I hope to catch it on camera one day. I'm afraid Buddy might be thinking of rising up and overturning the current ruler of this household (me, the little rabbit), in order to stay here permanently. I hope he knows Woman rarely takes me hiking, whereas Nate takes him hiking just about every weekend. I'll keep that card up my sleeve in case I need it.