I’m a pet photographer. Next to my camera and lenses, the most important and used thing I carry when I work is a treat pouch. If I have my camera slung across my torso, you better believe I will have a bag of freeze dried liver treats clipped on my belt.
A few days ago, I went across the street to pick up a few things at the store and when I came home, I found my little orange treat pouch in the middle of the floor, broken and completely cleaned out. It was so clean that it looked brand new (except for the whole no drawstring thing it had going on since my dogs apparently don’t half ass breaking and entering).
So who is to blame for the treat pouch fiasco of 2013?
I went through the suspects trying to figure out who pulled off this caper.
Sox is my most cunning dog, especially when it comes to food. We once found him taking a nap on our table after he ate our crab puffs and pawed though our rice after we had take out one night.
Bixby is a scavenger, if she can find it and put it in her mouth she will take it. We once found her trying to bring in a 5 foot branch through the tiny dog door in our house and when that didn’t work, she broke the stick up into little pieces to smuggle it inside.
Waffles is typically mild mannered but loves skimming the tops of trash cans and tables to grab things when I’m not looking.
But I’m really the one at fault for the treat pouch being broken into.
Okay, technically my dog Waffles is. Homeslice is the only one that is tall enough – and not to mention brave enough – to go up my shelf and grab the bag. (It also doesn’t help his case that he threw up a pile of undigested liver treats all over my ottoman later that night.)
But it’s my fault that he was able to get to it in the first place. See, typically I have a routine after every photo session. I come home, unpack my car, put my equipment in my camera bag and safely stash everything away in my studio behind locked doors where my dogs don’t have access. But after my last session, I came home late and only had enough energy to bring in my equipment and then dragged my very muddy and tired self to bed.
So, Waffles is off the hook and I’m in the market for a new treat bag – something with a magnet instead of a drawstring so next time at least my bag will survive the treat carnage.