The treat box

I sense a trap. Yes, I do.

That there is the treat box. and I spend a great deal of my time trying to get inside it. Well, not really, because it's up on a shelf that I can't..... quite ...... reach. And I don't suppose I'll ever be able to, seeing that I am just about full-grown now.

So, why would SHE put the box on the arm of the chair so I can reach it?

I give it a bit of exploratory sniff.

But what if there's a mouse trap inside it, set to go off on my nose.

But what if I knock it over and all the treats go all over the floor - I'd get the blame wouldn't I!

Or worst of all, what if there is antibiotic paste in there and she's trying to get me to eat it!

So best leave it alone, until SHE gives me a piece of something tasty, and I can be sure it's safe to eat.

(Editor's note: No small dogs were harmed in the staging of this Blip. In fact Mish surprised me - I thought she'd be all over it, but I think she prefers to be hand-fed her treats).