Yesterday was my daughter's half birthday. (Can you believe it's already been six months since her infamous chocolate birthday party?) To celebrate the occasion, I made a cake. After it came out of the oven, I put it on the counter to cool.
Schultz, our giant German Shepherd, came up and gave it a sniff.
"Leave it alone, Schultz. It's not for you," I said.
Schultz walked away, so I figured it would be safe.
While the cake continued cooling, I went for a two mile run. When I came back, I had a little surprise waiting for me. One layer of the cake was on the floor, half eaten.
"Schultz!" I bellowed.
He shuffled into the room with his head held low. A few pink crumbs were stuck on his nose.
Apparently he thought that a half birthday cake meant half was for him.
I just shook my head and sent him to his crate. Then I frosted the remaining half and we all enjoyed a half piece of half a cake during the last half of my daughter's half birthday.