Useless mutt

If the family dog still had his jewels, I'd feel somewhat inclined to administer a good steel-toed kickin' this afternoon.

Much like his master, Jango the Jack Russell Terrier has a bit of penchant for chocolate.  A craving that has led him down the path of ill favour in the past.  Well, just this afternoon, as my wife and son were out on errands, the despicable little runt managed to get himself on top of the kitchen table and consumed the last 17 days worth of chocolate from my advent calendar!

It has been a tradition with my mother that she gives an advent calendar to her two sons just before the start of December.  (Never mind the fact that I'm almost 30.)  In this manner we may count down the days to Christmas.  There are 24 little tear-away paper doors on the calendar, and behind each is a delectable morsel of milk chocolate.  Each morning, with no less glee now than 25 years ago, I am able to wake up and be welcomed to the new December day by a tiny tidbit of chocolaty goodness.  And oh how my eyes grew when I awoke to realize I had forgotten to eat my chocolate on the day before, resulting in TWO that particular morning.  (Sometimes I'd skip a day just for that very purpose.)

And now, even though Amy had the chairs pushed tight to the table, our little white runt managed to clean the table top off.  On it also rested a tupperware container with close to a dozen sugar cookies and a note from our next door neighbour with a milk-bone for the dog.  He got them all.

He didn't even have the decency to look sick after gorging himself to that degree.

Comments

[Paul]

What with the whole chocolate is poison to dogs thing, I'd say the wee lad is darn lucky bounty hunter.

[Simon]

Not just lucky, he built up a bit of an immunity last year when he ate two-thirds of my Brightweavings secret santa gift from Konrad: a half-pound Polish chocolate bar.

After that he was bloated and sick...