Huh! A big box was waiting for Dad when he got home from work, and I know what that means. He has the cheek to ignore me
while he unpacks the rustly innards - which always seem of immense interest to Dad even though they smell of boring cardboard...
THEN he expects me to pose for him nicely so that he can try out his new gadget!
There had better be another modelling fee forthcoming, that's all I can say!

Dad: don't worry Pooch - there's a whole weekend of walkies planned to make up for my preoccupation this evening! ;-)