Whose Lesson is it to Learn?

My dog ate our gingerbread house.

The whole house. Leaving only the trees out front and peppermint path.

At lunch, he ate the remainder of Caden's hot dog. Anything that is within reach of his mouth, he eats.

I nearly killed him as I watched his ninja-canine-self silently place his paws on Caden's small table and gently take each piece of dog off the plate and lick all the ranch dressing serving as dip for Caden's veggies.

As I brought him in from the yard, where he was serving his time out, I asked if he learned his lesson. And I wondered, maybe it was my lesson to learn.

Keep food out of his reach.

RIP