I, Corbin Monkey W, am obsessed with Milk Bones.
Don't judge me.
I go CRAZY for them. Now, normally I don't get them because the momma is all "oh, Corbin, here are some treats that are better for you and healthier!" Yea yea yea, those treats are okay and all, but come on, mom... MILK BONES!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMD!
Milk bones, please.
My Bethany and Avery are lucky and they have milk bones in the house... so everytime I'm over at their house, I find the cabinet that holds the milk bones and I shove my head in that box and gobble down before anyone can get to me! Somtimes I get my head stuck, sometimes my slobber covers the box, sometimes the box ends up the shape of my head because I have a rather large noggin and it leave imprints. So, it's often hard to pretend that I wasn't gobbling up the deliciousness.
Even my icey creams have milk bones.
Now, sometimes the momma gets super frustrated because I like to stand in my yard and pretend that she's not yelling my name to come inside. Truthfully, I hear her, but honestly... why would I come when no milk bones are offered? I don't want the other tasty treats... I want milk bones. So, the momma caved and decided to bring me home some milk bones so I'd come in the house and not make her late for work. Well, her and dad tried to hid my milk bones on me... and, ya want to know what happened? Well, I emailed my dad this morning to explain to him the situation.... so I will leave you with my letter to dad.
Hi Dad,
So, I know you thought real long and hard about a hinding spot for my milk bones, and I know you tell me all the time that I "sure ain't no hound dog," so I'm sure you thought I would never find them. Well, my dear dad.... you have underestimated the nose of the Corbin. While the momma was in the shower this morning, I figured out how to get the cabinet door open under the sink... and by the time the momma could get out of the shower and get to me, I was completely under the sink (in the cabinet) with my head in the box munching away on my heavenly desserts.
So, I just wanted to let you know. I outsmarted you and the momma. Try finding a new hiding spot and I will again show you the power of my milkbone trained Corbin nose.
Love,
-Corbin
They hid them UNDER the sink? Like really??? What kind of hiding place is that? It's the first place we look! You're parents are funny... we laugh at them!
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OH CORBIN, THATS FUNNY, WAY TO OUTSMART YOUR PEEPS! YOUR MOMMA AND DADDA MUST HAVE BEEN SHOCKED TO SEE THAT YOU SNIFFED OUT THEIR SPECIAL HIDING PLACE WITH YOUR EXPERT SNOOTER! MY PAWRENTS ARE CLEVER, AS IM ONLY SMALL THE TREATS ARE PUT ON THE COUNTER TOP, IVE GOT MILK BONES, GRAVEY BONES AND MARKIES AND I'M SO ADDICTED TO THEM TOO! I WILL DO ANYTHING FOR A TREAT! MY MOUTH IS WATERING JUST HEARING ABOUT THEM! YOU HAD MY MUM LAUGHING ABOUT THE HEAD IN THE BOX COZ THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME TOO! LOL! LOVE AND LICKS YOUR FURIEND FRANK XXXXXXX
ReplyDeleteI think the milk bones will have to be transferred to an air tight container and placed higher than you can jump to be safe.
ReplyDeleteCindy
That's soooo funny! Really? Under the sink? I think your humans may have secretly wanted you to find them. I agree - up high is probably a better choice.
ReplyDeleteCorbin, my friend, you have a Milk Bone addiction - but who can blame you?
Way to go! Now, once you have feasted on your milk bones maybe you can pop over and help me find where my peeps have hidden the cheeseburgers.
ReplyDeleteYour pal, Pip
Mom stopped buying us Milk-Bone 'cause Annie itchies when she gets them. She makes our treats with looots of peanut butter. But she keeps them in a cookie jar on the counter pushed all the way to the back so Annie and I can't get them. Sometimes Dad eats them.
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Teehee! Mom gave up hiding things because we ALWAYS find them, and we ain't no hound dogs, either! *grin* Actually, now Mom just hides things from the mice... Personally, I don't see having a Milk Bone addiction as a problem. Or a bully stick addiction. Or a marrow bone addiction. ;-)
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-Fiona and Abby the Hippobottomus
I love it when our peeps play the hiding game!
ReplyDeleteWay to go Corbin!
ReplyDeleteBOL! Way to go Corbin! Yea, the Milk Bones are like the French Fries of the doggie treat world. They can try and give us apple wedges, but REALLY?
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Ruby
Way to go, Corbin. We all love milkbones too. We only get them at bedtime. And sadly our treats are all kept in the really tall cabinet where none of us can get at them:(
ReplyDeleteWoos - Phantom, Thunder, Ciara, and Lightning
We love that! I hide the really, really good stuff in the freezer. :-)
ReplyDeleteMILKBONE HOUND that is what you are and you did a grrreat job of PROVING IT!!
ReplyDeleteI REALLY like how you Layed that Email on your DAD!!! SUPER!
I think you can dial Mr. Chewy and have yourself put on the Daily Delivery Plan.. and they will bring it... while "THEY" are off at work... and NEVER KNOW...
We get Milkbones for the bank teller going through the drive-thru. You have excellent taste, Corbin! We love them too! Even mom says they smell so yummy but thank doG she's never snagged one of OUR treats!
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Mitch and Molly
No one, but no one, can outsmart the Corbin. Well done mate. You are an inspiration! No worries, and love, Stella and Rory
ReplyDeleteWe know what's best for US - you have your milk bones we say - and enjoy every crumb!
ReplyDeleteOh that's funny Corbin, we love milk bones too, but she only buys the small sized ones, and we are to big for those. Under the sink???? seems like they wanted you to sniff them out BOL......
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You are one smart "cookie" BOL
ReplyDeleteLOL! Corbin your nose is way too smart! I bet your Mom and Dad are looking for a perfect spot right now!
ReplyDeleteWe go crazy for those Milkbones as well. Maybe they should call you Sherlock Corbin!!
ReplyDeleteIts ok, we all have our weak spots.
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Kari
http://www.dogisgodinreverse.com
Corbin, High paw to you my friend. The next time I can't find my treats, I am gonna call you for suggestions. I am glad you found them and I hope they get more soon.
ReplyDeleteLoveys Sasha
I Scream is so much more refreshing
ReplyDeleteBenny & Lily
We all need a passion.... Yours is milk bones and ours is Toooona....
ReplyDeletehugs, Max, Bugsy, and Knuckles
Hmmmm... I wonder if I'd like milkbones?
ReplyDeleteWell done my pal. Those milk bones might have been forgotten about and gone bad and attracted all sorts of rats and mice into the kitchen. I fink you deserve a medal. Do m&d not kno wot a narrow escape they had?
ReplyDeleteI don't think you are the only one with a deep liking for Milk Bones..... I confess. The treat cupboard here is WAY too high for me....and that's a shame.
ReplyDeleteTail Wuggles, Rubie xxx
Ummm, I has nefur had a Milkbone. Seriously. Do they taste like chicken jerky?
ReplyDeleteI love that you outsmarted your pawrents about the Milkbone hiding place!
ReplyDeleteI used to have a cat that LOVED his treats. I hid them in a cupboard up high enough that I thought he couldn't get them. One day, I was sitting in the living room watching tv, he came in with the treat container. He tried and was successful at getting it open. Sneaky kitteh!
Nothing wrong with junk food now and then, am I right? Milk Bones! Go for it!
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Mango
Hahahahaha!! That's so funny! I doubt there will be a hiding place that is Corbin nose proof.
ReplyDeleteEmma
I luvs milkbones too! I know they aren't that great for you but i refuse to eat any other dry treat. Seriously. I is a picky eater and Momma spends oodles on healthy kibble but I gets spoiled cause i likes cheese, milkbones, soft treats from Zukes and Blue Buffalo, Stella and Chewies, duck strips, and dentasticks. That is all i will eats for treats!
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PEE S - Remember our winnings from VEGAS? a whole truck of MILKBONES!
ReplyDeleteOMG, this is soooooooooooooo Desmond. If we ever let him get at the box of milkbones, he'd eat the whole thing in about ten seconds. We each give him one every morning when we leave for work--and we think it contributed to him getting over his separation anxiety, although we'll never know--and he gets so excited as soon as my husband goes into the box. We leave about a half hour apart from one another, so for the entire time Desmond is waiting for me to leave and give him his milkbone, he just stares at me and drools all over the place.
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