My Dog Started a Shady Business!

My Dog Started a Shady Business! šŸ¶šŸ’¼šŸ˜…

I always knew Teddy, my Golden Retriever, was clever. But I didn’t realize how sneaky he could be—until I discovered his little… side hustle.

It all began one afternoon when I noticed strange behavior in the backyard. Neighborhood dogs were showing up at our fence, tails wagging, looking unusually excited. Teddy would greet them, disappear behind the shed, and come back looking way too proud of himself.

Suspicious? Definitely.

I decided to investigate.

Turns out, Teddy had been ā€œborrowingā€ my things—flip-flops, socks, even a half-empty peanut butter jar—and stashing them in a pile behind the shed. When his furry friends came by, he’d trot back there, pick an item, and trade it through the fence in exchange for… treats.

Actual dog treats. Biscuits, chews, jerky—somehow, the neighborhood pups were smuggling snacks out of their own homes and ā€œpayingā€ Teddy for random junk from ours.

I watched in disbelief as Teddy swapped one of my favorite socks for a bacon-flavored bone, then strutted around like a canine kingpin.

It was a full-blown shady business.

Roo, his younger sister, eventually joined in. She acted as ā€œsecurity,ā€ barking to warn when I came outside. Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if she was keeping inventory in her head.

Once I figured it out, I put a stop to the ā€œbusiness.ā€ (Mostly. I mean, I had to at least reclaim my sock.)

But here’s the best part: now every time Teddy sees a neighborhood dog, he rushes to the shed like the trade route’s back open. And I swear he gives me side-eye like, ā€œYou ruined my empire.ā€

So yes—my dog started a shady business. And while it’s closed for now, I’m pretty sure he’s just planning his next big venture.