The Fine Art of Fuming Without Falling Out

It all started with a piece of toast.
More specifically: my piece of toast.
Even more specifically: my perfectly buttered, raspberry-jelly-covered, edge-of-the-plate snack-moment piece of toast.

And then… it was gone.

Pandy ate it. By accident. But still. He ate it.

💥 The Immediate Response

I flopped.
I gasped.
I may have dramatically whispered,

“I trusted you.”

Pandy blinked slowly.
Mini Blue gently pushed a cracker toward me in sympathy.

🌀 The Swirl of Feelings

I was mad.
And sad.
And then mad again about being sad.

Pandy apologized right away—he really didn’t know it was mine.
But even knowing that didn’t make my feelings disappear.

I was still upset.
And then I started feeling guilty for being upset.
Because Pandy is my best friend. And best friends don’t get mad… right?

🌿 What I Learned (After the Flop)

Being mad doesn’t mean I stopped loving Pandy.
It didn’t erase all the tea we’ve shared or the blanket forts we’ve built.

It just meant I had feelings.
Sticky, confusing, toast-related feelings.

And friends make space for feelings. Even messy ones.

🐾 What Happened Next

I took some deep breaths.
I told Pandy how disappointed I felt.
He nodded and said,

“Next time, I’ll ask before eating anything that looks like it’s been buttered with love.”

Then he made me a new piece of toast. With extra jelly.
Mini Blue supervised.

We shared it. Quietly. Happily.

💭 Final Thought:

You can be mad.
You can have big plushie feelings.
And you can still be a good friend—especially if you talk it out, forgive when you’re ready, and maybe add a second piece of toast.

Gently,
Doggie 🐶✨
Full-Time Fluff, Occasional Grump, Forever Friend

P.S. We now label our snacks with glitter stars. It helps.