dogs + clif bars = bad mix

So my dear, sweet dog managed to get into a clif bar that I had misplaced.

When I opened the door and got home, she RAN into the yard and did three hyper-speed laps around, then RAN up on the porch, then RAN back down, and with very little prompting RAN around some more. Then I got inside and saw what she had eaten and when she knew that I knew she cowered down so low and almost crawled under the coffee table. It was sort of funny.

The people who say that dogs don't know when they've done something wrong are full of it. They know. Trust me, they know.

I just don't want to see what this does to her poop.