My Dog Dwarf

I have a bloodhound named Dwarf. He's four years old. Every other morning I hold Dwarf down with my elbow and dangle a piece of bacon from my breakfast in front of his face, just close enough so he can smell it but he can't eat it, and then I eat it right in front of his face, and then I laugh and laugh. No bacon for Dwarf.

I used to have a female bloodhound but she ran away after chewing through the screen door.