It's rainy and dreary so I made cookies.
My dog had been pouting in the corner, occasionally looking back and whining at me because he, too, wants cookies. (Can't have - gave him his own treat, still wants mine)
Dog gets up, leaves room.
Three minutes later, he's alarm-barking at the door like someone's trying to break it down. I get up to go check it out.
I walk from my bedroom to the living room and as I get to the door, he flies back to my bedroom like he's on a mission.
He is. To steal cookies.
The lying liar made a scene at the door deliberately to trick me into getting up in the hopes that I would abandon my cookies.
Joke's on him, I took them with me.
He circled my bedroom trying to root them out like I hid them. And is now back to moping in the corner because his plan failed and he is cookieless.
Though taking food with me is only a habit I developed over several years because his older brother used to do the same exact thing when he was far more spry...
