But every easter I remember my old doggo Hecate, a black lab. The first easter after we got her, P’s hid the eggs the night before in the garden, and us kids would woke up to find a whole lot of doggos poo on the lawn with foil in it. She was always gonna find them. She didn’t get sick surprisingly.
My dog once stole half a block of chocolate off the coffee table. I left the room for 2 minutes and when I returned he was acting really shifty in his bed so I checked it and found it buried in his blankets with 2 squares nibbled out of it.
No eggs for me this year :(
But every easter I remember my old doggo Hecate, a black lab. The first easter after we got her, P’s hid the eggs the night before in the garden, and us kids would woke up to find a whole lot of doggos poo on the lawn with foil in it. She was always gonna find them. She didn’t get sick surprisingly.
Miss that dog.
My dog once stole half a block of chocolate off the coffee table. I left the room for 2 minutes and when I returned he was acting really shifty in his bed so I checked it and found it buried in his blankets with 2 squares nibbled out of it.
I had a childhood cat demolish an Easter choc basket. Also miraculously seemingly unharmed. Bloody rascals.