we used to joke all the time about my previous dog carter and his love of carbs. he was obsessed with bread. if you gave him a choice between a slab of meat or a dinner roll he’d choose the roll every single time. and it’s that love of bread that got him into a whole lot of trouble 5 years ago.
it was late at night and he came over to me with something in his mouth…it was pizza dough. he’d somehow managed to get it off the counter in the next room, all without making a damn noise. that dough was in a 5 pound glass bowl behind the 