Mr. Growley, like a dutiful butler, brought over and lifted up a silver dome covering off a silver platter; which had a silver bowl inside that was piled high with small bone-shaped treats. He plucked one of the treats atop the pile, holding it between his thumb and index finger-paws (Is there even a name for a paw that has fingers?) ; and brought the treat directly in front of the sleeping Paw Father's nose. 