My Dog Let His Intrusive Thoughts Win! đ¶đđ
You know those moments where you look at someone and just know theyâre about to make a bad decision? Yeahâwelcome to life with my dog, Teddy.
It was a perfectly calm afternoon. I had just finished vacuuming the living room, lit a candle, fluffed the pillows⊠the house looked peaceful. Teddy, my mischievous Golden Retriever, was lounging on the rug, chewing his toy and looking like an angel. And then, it happened. He looked at the coffee table. Then at me. Back at the table. And I could see it in his eyes. His brain was like, âWhat if⊠I just grabbed that?â That âthatâ was a full slice of chocolate cake I had foolishly left unattended for maybe 30 seconds.
I said, âTeddy. Donât.â
He paused. Tilted his head. And thenâWHAMâhe leapt up, snatched the cake in one clean bite, and sprinted around the house like he had just robbed a bakery. Frosting flew. Crumbs rained down like edible confetti.
I was yelling, chasing him, slipping on sprinkles while he zoomed under the table like it was a getaway tunnel. His face was pure joy. Mine? Pure horror. (And yes, donât worryâI made a quick vet call. No chocolate overdose. Just a very guilty golden boy with a sugar crash an hour later.)
This wasnât a one-time thing either. Last week, his âintrusive thoughtâ told him to dig up my tulips. The week before? He decided my sock drawer was a treasure chest. Itâs like he hears the little voice in his head whisper, âDo it.â And he listens. Every time. But you know what? I wouldnât trade him for anything. Heâs wild, unpredictable, and a walking chaos generatorâbut he makes life hilariously full. Just⊠maybe no more cake on the table.