Lesson for the weekend: Do not feed your dog Twizzlers.

I know, for some of you, this may seem self-evident. However, if anyone out there had any lingering doubts, let me put them to rest. Do not feed your dog Twizzlers.

In my defense, I should say that I did not actively feed Artie Twizzlers. In reality, he sort of fed himself. So I suppose the moral should be do not leave Twizzlers where your dog can eat them.

We went to see Jurassic Part III (which as just ok) with Kat & Josh. We left her dog, Melo, with Artie on the sofa at home. Kat & I got the tickets and we sent the boys to buy the snacks. Oh stop groaning, hindsight is 20/20. How were we to know that sending them alone down the candy isle would be a bad idea? OK, maybe that is a little obvious.

We ended up smuggling in 4 large sodas, a family pack of Twizzlers, 2 lb bag of peanut M&Ms, bulk raisonetts, trail mix and kettle corn. So after the movie, we had tons of candy leftover which I stashed in my purse. Came home, walked the dogs, and went to dinner. When we got back, my purse had been tipped over and there were half eaten Twizzlers strewn across the floor – slightly soggy and covered with dog saliva. Looked a bit like a shark attack – they must have tried to bite each one hoping it’d taste better than the last one only to find out they didn’t like it so they spit it back out and proceeded to try another piece. Poor Artie was curled up with his ears pinned back and his tail going a mile a minute. If it is possible for a dog to look guilty, he did. Little Melo, however, had no remorse and began to gnaw on a Twizzler as we watched in dumbfounded silence.

Lets just say, the evening walk proved to be messy.

Do not feed your dog Twizzlers.