Birthdays

Well yesterday was my birthday. I had a great time spending it with my family. But it made me remember a great story about my dog Charlie. You know how they say chocolate can kill a dog, well not my  dog. A couple of years back, my husband went and bougth me a chocolate cake for my birthday. I love chocolate cake, it is the only kind I will eat. And when I have it, it is a great treat. Well we had my cake that night, and it was just sooooo good. There was more than half a cake left, we put it in the fridge for safe keeping or so we thought. The next day we went out for the day. After a long day the only thing I was looking forward to was a piece of my birthday cake. Well I was too late, Charlie had gotten into the fridge again and got my cake. That dog ate all of the cake that was left. All that was left was an empty box, not a crumb of cake to be found. I have to say with all the bad things this dog did, this was the only time, I called shelters to take him. My husband eventually talked me down off the wall and talked me out of taking the dog to a kill shelter. But I have to tell you for a small moment in time, Iwanted to kill the dog myself. You do not mess with my chocolate cake. If my husband had eaten all of my birthday cake, I would have been sending him off to a kill shelter. Needless to say Charlie stuck around for a few more years and died of natural causes, so please all you animal lovers out there,I did not kill my dog. But I know you chocolate lovers out there know what I am talking about, don't mess with our chocolate.