Sometimes...Last week I had Earle in the house with me--for some one on one time. He was happily chewing on a rawhide. Hubby was looking for some chip dip--his favorite treat--which I had forgot to buy for him. He got down on the floor with Earle and whined to him for a good ten minutes about how I always make sure Earle has treats, but I always forget about his poor neglected Daddy