A car trip with the dogs today turned into a serious of deep thoughts.
I went through the bank drive-thru to deposit some money. The teller asked me how many dogs I had in the car.
As she sent me my receipt, she said "I sent your some treats too."
"Thanks," I replied. But I wasn't grateful.
Sure enough, two beige, nameless mystery dog treats arrive in my bank canister. I grab them and put them in a cubby away from nosy beagles.
Here's the thing: Jasmine is allergic to chicken. I also try not to give Lulu grains. So what are these mysterious treats? Are they ok for my dogs, or will I have to deal with Jasmine itching and Lulu having gross poop?
Who says dog parents aren't real parents?
I mean lets face it. If we leave dogs to their own devices, they'll eat cat poop and left over chicken bones and half-eaten burritos found on the side of the road (true story -- Lulu got the burrito before I could stop her. Imagine her surprise when an army of ants came out. Did she learn her lesson? NOOOOOOO.).
I'm trying to make sure these dogs don't eat something stupid. I'm not perfect, but I try hard.
I would want the bank tellers to ask before giving cookies. Give me a chance to say no without putting me in a position to throw out the treats. And this goes for other places that keep pet goodies. Ask before you offer, because you never know what problems pets may have.