I didn’t mean for it to happen.
T’s mum was busy preparing dinner, when she left my little human’s half-eaten cake on the kitchen table.
I’ve never tasted chocolate cake before, I heard chocolate is supposed to be bad for us, dogs. But it looked really delicious. So brown, I like brown. So gooey, I like gooey.
The temptation was just so great, I couldn’t resist it.
When my little human’s mum left the kitchen, before I could even realise what I was doing, it was over.
The deed was done.
I’m not really sure how it happened. Everything is a blur to me now. Somehow I managed to swoop up little T’s plastic blue plate from the kitchen top and wolfed down the chocolate cake. It was so delicious, I even licked the plate clean. Surely, without the evidence of the cake on it, the humans won’t know.
And then she came back …
She asked me,
Did you eat the cake Doc?
Did you do this? She said, pointing to little T’s plate on the floor.
I knew I should’ve put the plate back on the kitchen top.
But how and like I said,
everything happened in a flash.
I stayed on my bed, under the table, willing myself to be invisible.
When that failed,
I gave her this look instead:
I think it worked.
I know I’m in trouble,
but the cake was yum!
I promise I’ll TRY not to do it again ….
Please tell me I’m not the only naughty dog around and that yours have also done this too?