The Owner’s Side

Look, I know what you’re thinking. I’m a monster. A terrible, horrible, no-good pet parent. But hear me out.

This morning, I woke up early—like, actually early for once—and decided to treat myself to a proper breakfast. I’m talking crispy bacon, scrambled eggs, the works. The kitchen smelled like a five-star diner, and for exactly four glorious minutes, I felt like I had my life together.

Then I made eye contact with Cooper.

He was sitting in the doorway of the kitchen, perfectly still, with those big brown eyes that could melt steel. His tail wasn’t wagging. His ears were slightly back. And I swear on everything holy, he looked at me like I had just committed a war crime.

I tried to explain. “Buddy, you literally just ate your breakfast twenty minutes ago. You have premium the finest in freeze-dried dog food. You’re fine.”

He did not find this argument compelling. In fact, he turned around, walked to the living room, and laid down with his back to me. The ultimate dog silent treatment.

Cooper tells the real story

I don’t even know where to start. Honestly, I’m still processing the betrayal.

So there I was, minding my own business after finishing my boring breakfast (freeze-dried, AGAIN), when the most glorious smell wafted through the house. Bacon. The food of the gods. The reason I wake up every morning with hope in my heart.

Naturally, I rushed to the kitchen to fulfill my duties as Official Taste Tester and Floor Crumb Inspector. I sat politely. I made eye contact. I even did a little tail wag to show I was a Good Boy who deserved bacon.

And you know what happened? NOTHING. She ate the ENTIRE plate. Every. Single. Piece. Not one scrap hit the floor. Not one tiny corner of bacon found its way to my waiting mouth.

She looked at me and said something about “you already ate” like that’s supposed to make sense. I have four stomachs. Probably. I’m pretty sure that’s how it works.

So yeah, I walked away. I had to. A dog can only take so much disrespect before he needs to lie down dramatically and sigh loudly every thirty seconds so everyone knows he’s suffering.

The Happy Ending

By lunchtime, the guilt was eating me alive. Cooper had been giving me sad puppy eyes from across the room for hours, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, buddy,” I said, grabbing my keys. “Let’s fix this.”

We made a quick stop at The Hungry Puppy, where I picked up a bag of Stella & Chewy’s Crav’n Bacon treats. Real bacon. The good stuff. The kind that actually makes up for breakfast betrayals.

The moment I opened that bag, Cooper’s entire demeanor changed. His tail started wagging at approximately one million miles per hour. He sat. He shook. He probably would have done my taxes if I’d asked.

I gave him three treats (okay, five), and just like that, I was forgiven. He leaned against my leg, crunching happily, and all was right in the world again.

Lesson learned: never eat bacon without backup treats. And maybe, just maybe, share a tiny piece next time.

Crisis averted. Bacon-scented peace restored. Dog no longer hates me (until tomorrow’s breakfast).

Visit The Hungry Puppy for all your freeze-dried treat needs—because sometimes you need to apologize to your dog in bacon form. Free local delivery available, or stop by our store and bring your pup to the dog park while you shop!