This is my life. The other evening, I was home watching some TV (I can't remember what, but I am sure it was something educational).  Sheba, our dog, was sitting at my feet with that "look." It was treat time, and she did not want to wait.

Being the good pet Mommy that I am, I got Sheba 3 treats, and while I was walking out of the kitchen, I grabbed three treats for me. Peanut butter filled pretzels from Aldi. They are really good; you should try them.

Heading back to the TV, I gave Sheba one treat. I have taught her to sit and lay down, and she gets a treat for that. I popped a treat in my mouth as I got ready to have her sit and lay down for me again. It was then that I realized I had just started eating a dog treat, not a pretzel.

After breaking the world record for sprinting to the kitchen sink and spitting out the dog treat, then rinsing out my mouth for a half an hour, I was mortified and Sheba was still wanting another treat. Needless to say, she got her last treat and my 2 pretzel bites as well.

My daughter's response was one of great concern. She said, "that's what you get for eating my pretzels."

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