Animals can be fickle creatures, as I'm sure many of you know. My parents once had a dog so high-strung that he was spooked by any loud noise at all. Eventually he jumped off the top of a couch and tore a knee ligament after hearing a car door slam. He was OK. The knee was not.

When I first began dating my future wife she had (and we still have) a big, beautiful white and orange cat named Chloe. Chloe hated me. She did under the bed when I arrived. She hissed when I looked in her general direction. But, much like I did with Robin, I eventually wore her down and now we're good friends. I even taught her how to be more vocal, which my wife curses me for at 4:00 a.m. when the cat wants to be fed and isn't afraid to be loud about it.

Anyway, that leads me to this fickle dog. He'll take carrots from Mom. He'll take carrots from Dad. But taking a handout from President Obama? Nope, can't do it:

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