MILK DUDS!!!

I love milk duds! In fact, I love milk duds sooo much I bothered Single Girl while she was paying our bills to let me outside to have more. Here is how it went.

I went out to go potty (I know...probably too much information for some people, but it's the truth) and found these hard chocolate things all over the ground. I tried one and was in love instantly. Single Girl didn't notice me eating the first few as she hooks me up to my leash and stands in the house to continue to watch her tv show.  When she looked out the door, she noticed that I was chomping on goodness! I got yelled at and yanked back in the house. (No, it was not abuse...so don't go calling the animal rescue people.)

I knew that there were more yummies on the ground so I kept trying to get her to let me out. Bark, Bark, Bark, Bark, Scratch at the door, Scratch at the door, Scratch at the door, Bark, Bark, Bark, Bark, Jump on
Single Girl...over and over. Then, yep, you guessed it,  I got yelled at.  Single Girl told me that she had to pay the bills so we wouldn't go cold, could keep watching Swamp People, and have a roof over our heads.

I didn't care!  I W.A.N.T.E.D. T.H.E. Y.U.M.M.I.E.S.!!!

She got so frustrated with me, she went and picked up all of the yummies and threw them away. She then took me out to show me that the yummies, what she called Milk Duds, were gone. Ha...much to her surprise I found the last one. In your face, Girl!

I've looked for the yummies every time we've gone out since....with no luck.  If anyone has any of those that you would like to get rid-of, you know who to call.

Ruff, Ruff