Literally. Yesterday morning, I baked 4 dozen chocolate chip cookies for our neighborhood ice cream social. I laid them in the middle of the dining table to cool, as I usually do and left for an errand.
When I got home, I couldn't help but notice the cooling rack on the floor. Our eight-year-old springer spaniel had jumped onto the table and devoured THREE DOZEN cookies! I was furious and banished him to the basement for the afternoon, though of course I let him outside periodically in case of indigestion. I couldn't bear to make another batch of cookies, so whipped up some quick brownies instead. I made sure that dog didn't get a single crumb!