Our dog goes nuts for carrots. She knows the word, she knows them by sight, she knows the sound of the little plastic bag they are stored in the refrigerator. But unlike most everything else she is allowed to eat, we eat them as well. This confuses the heck out of her. “Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, now… what do you have there? Carrots? I didn’t realize it was snack time already! What a wonderful surprise! Hey wait what are you doing with tha… WHY ARE YOU EATING MY CARROTS! WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE!! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS TORTURE!!!”