Dog Was In My Lap In Seconds
Ate a cookie, warm and sweet, with oatmeal and chocolate.
Yum. Yum.
The dog was on my lap in seconds, begging me for some.
No way, girlfriend.
It is not my fault you woofed your candy bar down already.
Problem is, these cookies are individually wrapped
As you unwrap them, they sound like
A Hershey Bar being unwrapped.
Girlfriend’s second favorite sound.
Her first favorite sound is the loud pop
Of the Tupperware container lid as you take it off
The Honey baked ham bowl.
Yes, we do have a spoiled dog.
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