Once upon a time this was my treat bag.

I never actually LOVED this treat bag. It had a draw string to close it and clipped to the waistband of my pants with a small plastic clip. I had it fall off on more than one occasion and had to trace our path back to find it. Still it served its purpose, until the Diva of Destruction got hold of it.

She chewed holes in the lining so all the little crumbs and (and sometimes bits of food as well) worked their way between the lining and the exterior. It made it super hard to clean that sucker out.

I put get a new treat bag on my to-do list. I shopped them online, but you can’t really tell the quality and function of a product online, and those rare occasions in the pet store, it simply slipped my mind.

Finally income tax season rolled around and as I had cause to be in a an awesome little pet shop/training center, I purchased a new one. I put the big pieces of treats in the new bag and threw the old bag on the dining room table. I passed it every day and one day in passing I thought, gee, I’m surprised she hasn’t discovered that bag yet.

But did I move it or throw it out?

No, of course not. This is how I set my dog up to fail.

Bad dog owner.

One day last week when I came home the treat bag was on the floor in the living room.

She had made some modifications. Specifically I think her goal was to have treats drop out a regular intervals as we walked. Genius really if you think about it. I mean it’s every Labrador’s dream to have an unending supply of noms.

I think she went a little too far though, I mean the whole idea would be to have the treats come out regularly, not in one fell swoop.

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