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The Great Danish Pastry Incident This morning, I made a rookie mistake. I left Ava in the car with my shopping bag while I popped into another shop. What I forgot — and she absolutely didn’t — was that the bag contained a packet of Danish pastries. When I came back, the scene was clear: crumbs on the blanket, wrapper demolished, and one very pleased Cockapoo pretending nothing had happened. Now, let’s be honest — this wasn’t a cry for attention or a sign of emotional turmoil.