It’s just sitting there, in my easy reach. Don’t the humans know that I can get it from here? Or, maybe they know I can and have left it for me. That was awfully nice of them.
But then again, every time I eat the treats they leave on the counters for me they get mad, which doesn’t seem fair. Why would they leave it out if they didn’t want me to eat it? Why wouldn’t they just put it in one of those hideaway places way up by the ceiling? Everyone knows I can’t get up there.
Maybe, they get mad at me because they want me to share it with them. Yes! That must be it! They get mad because I accidently eat the entire thing and they want some.
Well, I simply won’t do that this time. I’ll make sure to leave them some. But it only seems fair that I get my share of it before all those noisy kids come over and start singing and throwing colorful paper everywhere. They’ll eat the entire thing and I’ll get none!
I’ll just have one bite. Oh wow, that’s good. Maybe another…
“Mom! Baily at the entire cake!”
Once Sage ate a blueberry pie! And Willie ate a whole pound of turtles (chocolate, pecans, caramel) and didn’t get sick.
Wow, that’s impressive! Go Willie!
Wow, that’s impressive! Go Willie!
Lol!!!!
🙂
This made me laugh. I had a pug who ate most of my 16th birthday cake before we caught her on a dining chair, her feet on the table.
Oh no! Eaten birthday cakes are the worst 🙂
Oh no! It’s always a bummer when dogs eat our birthday cakes 🙂