Hurry up. Open the door.
I’m sure it’s someone coming to visit me.
Someone who wants to give me loves and treats.
I’m drooling already, thinking about those treats I’m gonna get.
Whoever it is won’t wait forever.
I must be famous!
I don’t even know the person at the door.
He must have heard about me from my blog and now he wants to meet me face to face.
Person, why aren’t you letting him in?
Why are you keeping me back from the door?
Are you jealous that he didn’t bring you treats? Because I’m sure he brought some for me.
Come on, let me through.
You let him go?
He saw that I was here didn’t he?
Why did you let him go before I got my treats?
I don’t get it.
You are jealous, aren’t you?
You didn’t want me getting any treats when you weren’t.
He’s running for City Council and he stopped by to ask us to vote for him?
That’s pretty nervy of him.
I’m not voting for anybody who doesn’t bring me treats.