As a 3-year-old (in human years) Mini Golden Doodle, I’ve had my fair share of treats. I can always hear my parents talking about how it took me so much longer to get trained than the last dog they had…. What they don’t understand is that I did it to prolong the ‘always needing a treat for positive reinforcement’ phase. I have my parents wrapped around my paw!

To this day, I still pull the kitchen towel off of the counter and strangle it to the ground, hunt the pool man in the backyard, and bark my loudest if I hear the slightest bit of noise at the door. I thought they bought me to be a guard dog, but sometimes it seems not…. But, whenever I hear my favorite word SIT, I know it’s time to be on my best behavior because that means I’m getting a T-R-E-A-T!

Typically my treats have come from the monogramed cookie jar my mom got me and look like burnt brown cookies, but just the other day something totally weird happened. She said SIT, so I sat. Then instead of reaching into the cookie jar she went to the freezer. Is she nuts?! Who has ever heard of such a thing! She pulled out a shiny white bag that had a picture of a White Lab on it. The photo looked like a picture of my friend Bosco from down the street. My mom opened the bag and pulled out the meatiest, marrow filled dog bone I had ever seen and gave it to me. She’s didn’t even ask for a paw… Did I just go straight to doggy heaven?

As you can imagine the freezer is my new favorite hangout spot. There’s something else though; my bad breath is gone, which means my parents let me sneak more mouth kisses in. My favorite! My poops are harder, which means I don’t hear my dad complaining all the time about picking it up in the yard. Thank goodness! My energy levels and agility are so much higher, making it so much easier to run back and forth 100 times in the house trying to go after the pool man. Game changer! And not to mention, this treat lasts for HOURS!!

I’m telling you, something is in those bones, and you’re gonna wanna get your paws on them.

– Dolce