We'd been hanging out in the living room all night and he beat me into the kitchen. I don't know if time stood still. If he moved lightening fast (this is possible). If I moved very slowly (also possible). I really don't know what happened, but by the time I got into the kitchen he was eating something off the floor.
I saw crumbs. He looked happy. Not the tiniest bit guilty.
I counted my muffins, one of which was missing a chunk. There were only 8 that were untouched. Apparently, the little (55 lb.) cutie had a nighttime treat that did not consist of lamb flavoring.
We'd heard a story from a friend about his dog and Grape Nuts. It wasn't pretty. We aren't the kind to take chances. Poor Wooks! had to sleep outside.
Now I know he has a baked goods tooth. I will have be more careful in the future if I want to enjoy more of these in mine.
|It's a yummy afternoon treat!|