'Twas the night before Christmas

And all through the house

The Dog had eaten all the candy

And was as sick as a louse

My Mom always used to repeat this from time to time, even before we had dogs. Well, it turned out to be true one year...

It was Pippy's first Christmas, and we had yet to learn of her incredible ability to jump about 5 times higher than her withers. So we figured it was perfectly fine to leave the Christmas cookies on the table over night...

Christmas morning we notice Pippy is all bloated and round like a barrel. Then we find out the cookies are missing and put 2 and 2 together. "Oh that's why you look so fat, Pippy!"

We took the dogs to park in the afternoon, for a good romp in the snow. On the way to the park, though, Pippy - pardon the pun - popped her cookies. And thus a daft and naive but utterly precious little dog ruined her Christmas by having too much of a good thing.

(Well, she actually did have a good holiday - she is very present-minded, and "forgot" all about it. More like naive dog parents who think the puppy won't get into the cookies!)