I am corgi. Give me treat. Speculate not if it is deserved. Remember, I have access to your sleeping feet.
What? You think I *need* you to hand it to me? No. I am just being polite. I am quite skilled in using technacy with your phone and credit card to have delivered a yummy bite.
If you are suggesting my puppy-dog face is not twisting your heart to acquiesce to my request, I know you will serve my needs if I cosplay as the queen mother in her Sunday best.
Oh, now, there is no need to feel fellifluous just because you are owned by a furry tyke. I still kind of am okay with you and will let you massage my bum and ears even if you do not like. ; )