Some are big. Big enough to change a life - either yours or someone else's. Some are small. Barely a blip on the radar.
Some are small, but traumatic in a strictly personal kind of way. Just... well, embarrassing. For example - what happened to me last week.
It's the Easter season. and Easter brings jelly beans. I've never made any secret about the fact that I am more than a little bit obsessed with that particular candy. You can read all about it HERE. So, it probably comes as no surprise that, through no fault of my own - there were suddenly no less than three bags of jelly beans sitting on my kitchen counter! OK, full disclosure - some of the fault is mine. But I'm only taking responsibility for one of those bags.
That evening, while standing in the kitchen talking to the male offspring, I helped myself to a handful of jelly beans. Popping them, one by one, into my mouth.
This was about the time the pup decided he was ready to go outside. I hustled him to the door and prepped to do potty duty. We are still working on house training, so part of the routine is to take a few training treats along as rewards when he does his business outside.
While standing around waiting for Max to do his thing. I popped another jellybean in my mouth. immediately my mind registered the thought, "That jellybean has an odd shape". Then, as I started to chew - the flavor struck. That was NOT a jellybean!!!
Yes, you guessed it. I was eating a dog treat. EW!!
As you might imagine - at that point, there was a great deal of gagging noises and spitting done by myself! And I couldn't really get rid of the flavor until I went inside to drink a glass of water (swish and spit included) and brushed my teeth.
Lesson learned. Do not mix Easter candy and dog training!
