I shared my body for nine months with each of my children but I have limits on sharing certain chocolate treats with my kids. So as I dove into my half-eaten 30^th Annniversary Chocolate Cake Cheesecake last week, my children knew that my cheesecake was off limits. They didn’t even ask for a bite or a taste. I’d normally feel guilty about this but I seriously share bites of everything else with them. This was $7 of heaven that I was going to happily hoard.

After devouring half of the slice, I set it on the coffee table and closed my eyes for a minute with my 3-year-old snuggled up next to me. A few seconds later I awoke to my daughter shreaking and pointing to my pug, Aggie, who was licking the cheesecake with her 5-inch tongue. I was shocked. Aggie has been well trained to never take anything off of the table. Was my cheesecake that irrestible to her?

I picked up the cheesecake and examined the damage. There was thick doggy slobber all over it. For a minute I thought about flipping it over and just eating it from the bottom up. It’s kind of like that episode of “Friends” where Chandler and Rachel drop the cheesecake on the floor and then rationalize that the parts not touching the floor were still good enough to eat. Before I pondered this rationale too deeply I picked up the container and threw it in the trash. Gross is gross, right?

Needless to say, this experience had me frustrated. I thought dogs were supposed to be loyal supporters, not conspiring ambushers. I thought she and I were on the same team, and then she lay in wait until I closed my eyes to seize the goods. Stealing another woman’s chocolate is the ultimate in female betrayal. After several hours of sad pug faces, I let her out of the figurative doghouse.

Question: Would you have eaten the cheesecake?