I’m a pretty good dog. I got into the trash cans a couple of times, but only because there was a cupcake paper I wanted to check out. Then there was the cookie incident. It was only once, until yesterday. My humans don’t really understand what it means to have an eating disorder—sometimes I just can’t control myself. Auntie tied the package of cookies up in two bags and hid them in the back of the car. I knew I had to act fast when they got out. While they were going into the restaurant and ordering their food I had to find the cookies, get the package open, eat the contents and make it back to my spot before they looked out to check on me. I did it—seven big oatmeal cookies gone—and I’m smiling back at them through the window.
It’s not like I was hungry. I know I need to eat healthy food. I had a chew stick and my treat toy waiting for me in the seat. (And seven cookies should give a little dog a tummy ache.) What was I thinking? Is there an Overeaters Anonymous for dogs?
