Every morning since my dog was a puppy, my dad would give her three treats and take her for a walk whenever I would leave for school or my mom would leave for work. On Sunday's, he would give her a doggie toothbrush. Now, she waits for my dad to get home at 7:30 A.M. When he gets home she runs to the treats and knows whether or not she is getting three, and on Sunday she knows if she doesn't get her toothbrush. After her treats, she paces around the dining room table and waits for my dad to take her on her walk. I don't know why, but these little habits of hers make me giggle.