One day I was out playing with my dog Pretty Girl and I wanted cookies for breakfast. So I, George, waited around and when nobody was doing anything I grabbed some cookies. They were my favorite kind of cookie chocolate chip. I thought my mom made fig bars but they were chocolate chip cookies. Pretty Girl kept looking at me. She wanted a cookie. I couldn't give her a cookie cause chocolate is bad for her.I gave her a dog treat instead. We both had a good breakfast.