Before I talk about my dog's new diet, I have a short advertisement: My book, That Mama is a Grouch, is being offered as a giveaway on the BookPlex website. If you want to try for a free copy, please visit the link (you'll have to scroll down a bit to find my book).
Now, back to the regularly scheduled programming. This afternoon, my husband decided to get a sandwich from Subway. Instead of eating it in the kitchen, he decided to chow down in his office. He threw the wrappings and uneaten parts in the office garbage can. Then he took off to do whatever he does.
Meanwhile, I was busy doing laundry and household chores - not exactly keeping an eye on our wayward German Shepherd. As I passed by the office, I heard a strange sound. I peeked in. What do you think I saw?
Yep. You guessed it. Torn subway wrappers all over the floor. Crumbs scattered everywhere. The dog was having a ball chowing down on Subway rermains.
He looked up. Uh, oh. He knew he was in trouble. He marched straight to his crate.
"And wipe that mayonaise off your snoot!" I said as I locked the door behind him.
I guess a Subway sandwich was just too hard to resist!