Can you blame him?
He doesn't know how much he's loved yet, but he'll figure it out soon and work it to his advantage. ;-D
Homer: Hmmm...I want that hot dog. Oh! I know!
*makes pathetic eyes to ecurbh and sighs heavily*
Ecurbh: Wassamatta, poor fella? You hungry? Here, have a hot dog.
Homer: Works every time. *licks chops*
heh. That was Zulu's trick. She had the limp-foot trembling pitiful weepy-eyed thing down to a science.