Let them eat cake? No, but they did anyway
One night last week I came across a box of cake mix in my cabinet. On an impulse, I decided to bake a cake, something I rarely do.



Several days later, most of said cake -- vanilla with chocolate frosting -- was still left in the pan, covered with a couple sheets of tin foil and sitting on top of my stove.
Today, when I cam home from church, the cake was gone. As in ALL gone.
This was all that remained, the pan -- found flipped over, very empty and discarded on my kitchen floor:

The tin foil wound up in the backyard:

And I found Cowboy in the backyard, too, looking quite full and not all that happy -- like he maybe didn't feel so good after his Sunday morning cake binge. Or is that perhaps the tiniest trace of guilt I see on his face?:

While Cowboy's the known counter surfer, I'm sure Tess managed to grab a few mouthfuls of cake as well, which is a bit more of a worry since she had that bout of pancreatitis last summer.
But when I called the animal ER, they said the frosting wouldn't have contained enough chocolate to be toxic for dogs their size. The woman I talked to said I should just keep an eye on them -- most likely, she indicated, they'll just throw up at some point.
Digestive distress, I believe is what she politely called it.
***Update: All's well. Cowboy and Tess somehow digested all that cake without incident and are now back to chasing squirrels and tennis balls with abandon. Another vet visit dodged. Whew.



Daily Breeze reporter Donna Littlejohn has shared her homes with a succession of wonderful, funny, and occasionally difficult canines -- Muffin, Fritz, Ellie, Mercy, Pilgrim and now Cowboy, an Australian shepherd-border collie, and Tess, a border collie. From strong-willed terriers to weirdly obsessed Australian shepherds, they've invaded her world with boundless energy, wet noses, muddy paws and soggy tennis balls. But they've really brought so much more than that -- like laughter and joy, some unexpected life lessons, and more than a few tears along the way.
Josh Grossberg grew up with the usual array of animals: goldfish, dogs, hamsters, parakeets and turtles. He now owns the loudest dog in the South Bay(
Oh my goodness if that's not a guilty look, then I don't know what type of look that is!!! He still is too cute though and he looks very fluffy!!! Nice picture of Cowboy Donna!!!
I hope they will be OK. :)
I agree that is a guilty look. I look that way too when I've eaten a whole pan of cake!
Funnyyyyyyy! :-)