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My lips were smacking as mom made cookies.

I stayed right with her through every move she made. I went to the pantry with her while she got all the ingredients to make chocolate chip cookies. They sure did smell good while she was mixing up everything, and I know they will smell better while they are cooking. I was real good; I didn’t beg, bark, try to grap a chip, or anything like that. I didn’t even get in her way when she went to the oven. I watched her as she dropped the dough on the long pan, and licked her fingers when she dropped the last one on there. When she took them out of the oven, I was drooling. Mom must have seen how badly I wanted one, because she blew on a cookie to cool it off, and then she gave it to me.

I know I will get some more cookies when she takes dad some after his dinner tonight. I can wait, but it won’t be easy.

He ate most of my dinner. Can you believe it?

Mom fixed Pedigree Turkey and Bacon tonight for dinner, and she also put some real turkey in it. I’ve told you before that mom always fixes rice to go with our dinner. The others like their dinner mixed in with the rice–yuk! When I eat my dinner, I eat my dinner; when I eat my rice, I eat my rice. Besides, mom fixes my rice with some milk in it. It tastes so much better that way.

I got to eat my regular dinner like always, but I was saving my rice and milk for dessert (mom quit giving me donuts and cookies because of the d-i-e-t! I can’t even bring myself to say that evil word). Anway, I left it on the floor by mom’s computer chair quile she fixed dad’s dinner. I, of course, was in the kitchen with mom in case she needed me for something. I went in to check on my dessert, and it was gone.

I immediately went to tell mom, but from the look on my face she already knew something was wrong. She checked my bowl and, sure enough, it was empty. I guess I looked pretty sad. She apologized for Wooly, but it didn’t help. I went into the living room where dad was watching television. I stood there for a while and looked up at him. He asked mom was wrong with me, and she told him. He looked down at me, and I just climbed up into his lap. He petted me, stroked me, scratched my ears, and told me that Wooly was just being mean to me. He commiserated with for a few more minutes and said that mom would fix whatever was wrong.

She did. She gave me two chocolate chip cookies. Maybe if I leave my rice down tomorrow night, Wooly will eat it again.

I love chocolate chip cookies, don’t you? Mom only lets me have one when she has one, and that is not very often. She says chocolate is not good for dogs, but I keep telling her that it is only dark chocolate that is bad for a person like me–you know, the furry kind.

Mom lets me have M & M’s sometimes, too. I can’t eat too many because I have to watch my weight, according to Dr. Eitelman, although I don’t think I’m fat–just kind of plump. But, I have to watch it anyway.

You know, mom will leave food down on the table in the living room, and I won’t touch it. In itself that’s amazing, because I think I am hungry most of the time. Intellectually I know I’m not, but I feel hungry; that’s worse than actually being hungry. Mom feeds all of us plenty of food. I know I’ve told you that she cooks us rice every night to go with our supper. I have talked to others like me and know that they don’t get rice with their supper; in fact, some are lucky just to get any supper at all.

But, getting back to my Chips Ahoy; they are the best of all the chocolate chip cookies. I should know they are because I have tried all the other kinds. And, besides, mom can always tell when I really need a cookie, and she gives me the kind I like. And if it feels as if I’m writing in a stream of conscious way, it’s because I NEED A COOKIE!