Romo and I have always had a unique bond—part sass, part mischief, and a whole lot of snacks. But if there’s one thing that solidified our connection, it’s the unassuming hero of our story: Milk-Bone treats.
It all started one lazy Saturday afternoon. I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone. Romo sat a few feet away. He glared at me as if I’d personally offended him by not devoting 100% of my attention to him. I tried to bribe my way out of guilt. I grabbed a Milk-Bone from the kitchen. I waved it like a white flag.
Romo’s ears perked up, but he didn’t move. Oh no, he wasn’t going to let me off that easily. He stared at the treat. Then he looked back at me. It was as if he wanted to say, You think this tiny bone-shaped biscuit is enough to win me over? Try harder.
I tried reasoning with him. “Come on, Romo. Look, it’s your favorite!” I wiggled the Milk-Bone in my hand like a magician revealing the world’s most unimpressive trick. He sighed dramatically. Yes, he sighed. He finally sauntered over, tail wagging just enough to show he was still on speaking terms with me.
The moment he took the Milk-Bone from my hand, something clicked. His eyes lit up. His tail went full helicopter mode. Suddenly, we were in a game of “who can outsmart whom.” I’d hide the treats in increasingly ridiculous places—the couch cushions, behind a plant, even inside a shoe. Romo was as determined as a detective. He had the flair of a Broadway actor and would sniff them out every single time.
One time, I thought I’d finally outsmarted him. I placed a Milk-Bone on the mantle, completely out of his reach. Or so I thought. Romo, ever the problem-solver, dragged a throw pillow over. He stood on it and leaped up with the grace of a caffeinated gazelle. He snagged the treat mid-air and landed with a look that screamed, Nice try, amateur.
Our Milk-Bone escapades became a daily ritual. It wasn’t just about the treats anymore. It was about the shared laughter and the teamwork. Admittedly, it was also about Romo’s relentless ability to humble me. Who knew? A little biscuit turned into a bonding experience. It brought so much joy and a fair amount of chaos into our lives.
To this day, whenever I pick up a box of Milk-Bones, Romo knows exactly what’s coming. He’ll trot over with a mix of excitement and smugness, ready to outsmart me once again. And honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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