Not only did we teach our puppy the word cookie, but now she is thief and possibly needs to be enrolled in an overeaters program.
Last night Dave and I were going to a meeting for our foster group, All Dog Rescue. The group usually has a potluck dinner before the meeting. Since I knew we weren't going to be there for dinner, I figured I'd take some cookies for dessert. I pulled a bag out of the freezer and left it on the kitchen table for Dave to bring with him when he picked me up on the way to the meeting.
Yesterday afternoon I get a call from Dave.
Dave: Um, we're not going to be able to have any cookies tonight.
Me (instinctively--is this what being a mom is like?): What did she do?
Dave: She got the bag of cookies off the kitchen table.
Me: Oh no! How many did she eat?
Dave: All of them.
Me: WHAT?! That's 3 dozen cookies!
And the conversation goes on. We've been trying to get Chiquita used to the idea of being in the house alone for short periods of time, without being in her crate. It's part of the training to help her be more adoptable and succeed for homes that may not want to crate her. Apparently Dave had left for 10 minutes, but failed to notice the bag of cookies on the table. And since she knows that's where she can find cookies, it didn't surprise me at all that she got them.
The good news is that they were oatmeal cookies with cranberries and apples, so the worst thing in them was the sugar. And the fact that she ate 3 dozen of them.
I was concerned about her getting sick, so I call Dave again, and just to make sure she was ok.
Dave: She's fine. She hasn't thrown up yet, so she probably won't, and I'll make sure she gets outside. Right now she's just curled up in a ball, being all shameful.
Me: She should be shameful.
Dave: Well, actually no, she's curled up in a ball, being all fat and happy.
Me: So, she's in a food coma.
She ended up not getting sick, thank goodness. Dave found the other bag of the same cookies in the freezer and we were still able to take them to our meeting. And when we got there, we were pleased to hear that another foster dog had eaten a chocolate cake that had been intended for the meeting. At least we're not the only ones with a food driven dog.
We brought the leftover cookies home. Wouldn't you know, she tried to get them while we were standing right there? As though 3 dozen wasn't enough. They are safely out of her reach, but we'll be even more vigilant now that we know she won't quit when it comes to cookies.
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