Clearly We Don't Grasp the Concept

We stink at training our dog.  We know it.  Cass is a spoiled little brat of a doggie.  We give her treats when she is being naughty to get her to stop.  I know . . .   This fact became blatantly obvious to me the other day when D said, "Cass, you've been a bad girl lately.  You're all out of treats."  Oh man.  On the bright side, I think we're doing marginally better than that with the training of our children.