Where's My Treat?

Mama Donna wanted to get a picture of me today when I got home from the groomer. She kept talking about how pretty and fluffy my ears are. I know that. I don't need another picture. But she got me to look at her when she asked, "Do you want a treat?" See how I'm looking at her? I'm waiting. And waiting. Hey, what happened to that treat, Mama Donna??