we all know that chocolate is not good for dogs. Gwen has been happy, healthy and has maintained her girlish figure. What that means in reality is that she is a golden retriever = always on the hunt for a snack.
Foolish me, I left a jar with a spoon on my nightstand unguarded for maybe five minutes. Returning there was a slurping sound on the far side of the bed.
Well, what fo you know? It is Gwen valiantly attempting to get her head in the container but having to settle for the long tongue of greed. No signs of guilt, just the sad look of caught. Just glad the container was plastic.
That and I had just purchased more this past week.