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by Doggie 🐶 (Snack Strategist, Amateur Sleuth)
with commentary by Pandy 🐼 (Record-Keeper, Sigher of Deep Sighs)
It began like any normal Tuesday: I was searching the blanket fort for a pen (to label a cookie chart, obviously), when I brushed aside a pillow, and there it was.
A paper bag. Half-crumpled. Faintly smelling of peanut butter and triumph.
Inside?
SNACKS.
Doggie-brand hidden, surprise snacks.
My brain buzzed. My paws trembled. I had no memory of placing this stash—but the precise bow-tied folding of the wax paper wrappers and a single scribbled note (“Do not eat unless emergency, or Tuesday”) clearly pointed to me.
It was Tuesday.
It was snack time.
This was destiny.
3.5 mini pretzels (salt still intact)
1 cheese puff (mysteriously un-squished)
2 gummy stars
1 fortune cookie (fortune read: You will rediscover something hidden.)
I, of course, immediately performed a rigorous Snack Taste Integrity Check.
By the third snack, Pandy had appeared with his clipboard.
Pandy’s Report Excerpt:
“Subject (Doggie) has breached his own containment protocol.
Subject is not remorseful.
Subject is currently licking fingers and insisting the discovery was ‘part of the plan.’
Suggest improved labeling system or memory-based snack alarms.”
I got distracted by a squirrel and never came back.
It was so well hidden, even I couldn’t find it.
Pandy cast a “responsibility spell” and wiped my snack memory.
I was saving it for Future Doggie... and I am now him.
Conclusion:
Sometimes the sweetest snacks are the ones you already owned but forgot about. Like hugs. Or cookies in your hoodie pocket. Or a friend who sighs while writing incident reports but still brings you a napkin after.
Also, I am launching a new project:
Doggie’s Hidden Snack Atlas™
(Coming soon. I just have to remember where I put it.)