Sympathy Hunger

My friends dog died.

Lost for what to do to help them feel better, we bought them beer and chocolate, because that often makes us feel better, even if we don't feel bad or even if we feel quite good.

Then, I smartly left the cache in a shopping bag for a week or so.

We came home friday night to find the dog had eaten the chocolate. I guess he felt bad about losing an enemy he had always despised and tried to end his own small misery forever. Unfortunately, I did not buy enough chocolate to kill a 90 pound dog, though a 2-3 lb dog may have felt a bit queasy. Instead, I think he was simply satisfied that he had eaten something, and thus totally missed his goal.