Earlier this week, I was running low on dog food for Piper. Miraculously, I kept finding bags of food stashed here or there... in an overnight bag, a different purse, etc. I was saved!
Inevitably, the Dog Food Fairy stopped making deposits and there wasn't a single brown nugget to be found in the place. So what does a responsible dog owner do? Crumble up dog cookies and put those in the bowl, of course.
Piper was ecstatic. I imagine it's the equivalent of a parent feeding their kid ice cream three times a day. I'm the best mom ever! Almost immediately, I started feeling guilty. While technically I WAS feeding her DOG FOOD, I'm not sure if cookies can sustain a chihuahua-terrier for very long. So, I gave myself a very stern scolding. Then I convinced myself to get thee to the supermarket! And then I boiled some chicken and put that in the bowl. So instead of dessert, my kid's been eating lobster for their three squares a day.
Today, I went to change the sheets on my bed. What did I find buried at the end of the bed? A chunk of dog cookie. Then I looked around. Hmph. There's another one over there under the rug. And another one under the sofa. And yet another one in the corner. Either the Dog Food Fairy had returned or the Easter Bunny has been covering his shift. OR... Piper found these cookies so precious that she decided to save them for later and has hidden them all over our home.
Gotcha. I just hauled a 20 pound bag of little brown nuggets up the stairwell. Now, eat your peas!!!