Charlotte has an eating disorder. For reals.
She has stealth levels unseen in other dogs, and manages to steal into the pantry to get herself some snacks.
Last week it was a packet of rosemary and seasalt grissini sticks. This week and entire packet of Panko breadcrumbs.
I sat with her and discussed the issue calmly.
KF: Charlotte, are you eating your feelings?’
Charlotte: Licks her lips.
She’s playing the silent card.
Often she licks the air, as though the world is a giant meat icecream.
Here is in the picture shown, waiting for a delivery, a Butters of the World basket perhaps?
Meanwhile, shut the pantry door people.
She’s chubby and single and ready for a Pringle.