Dog Treats

If you think dogs can’t count, try putting three dog biscuits in your pocket and then give him only two of them.

—Phil Pastoret

Duff here. Every now and again, Mom tries to do this Trick. I hear the Rustle of the Treat Bag. (As an aside, I have a Good Friend who can’t even say “treat” around Her Pups, or They go ballistic. She has to say ‘TR.” Imagine!) I venture over to see what She’s got going on. And watch Her break the Goodie into pieces. And yes, I count Them. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. She may scatter three of Them into My Food Bowl, saving the Rest for Later. Unfair! Not living unstuck!

I gobble Them up. Then sit expectantly, patiently waiting for the Rest. I have beautiful Brown Eyes, perfect for Begging. And Pleading. You know She’s a softie, and will relent in a few minutes. The rest of The Munchies? Into the Dish. (I suspect This gives Her a feeling of being in Charge. But You and I know that’s not True.) She thinks She’s pulling a fast one on Me, but I’m clever. I do too know How to Count! I live unstuck.

How about You? If You have a bag of five Cookies, do You savor each one? Or do You save some for Later? I say: Count very carefully. I have heard of Family Groups where no Treat is Sacred. If it’s in the House? It’s fair game. Living unstuck. #unstuck-living#dog-treats