Ever since my parents discovered Fin Pockets they've become obsessed with my enjoyment of said treats. You'd think they have stock in the company or something.
Twice a day, all my parents can talk about is my treats and if I have eaten them. Did I already have my treat, did I eat it, and on and on. I can't tell you how worked up Mom gets if I don't feel like eating one!
I wanted to see how far she'd go, and I decided to see what would happen if I refused it. She tried to stick it in my food, and I ate around it. Then she brought it to me where I napped and petted me till I could resist no longer. You would think I typed my own post with how pleased she was. She even called Dad to tell him I finally ate it and not to give me another one till she got home.
Honestly with the way she gets worked up it's like she is with Dad and him taking his pills... Hey wait... you don't think?... Nah!