Wanna Cookie?

A couple of nights ago, I was up late working on putting music on my shiny new iPod. Around 1:30 AM, while I wasn't tired, I decided to go to bed. Around 2:00 AM, unable to sleep I got up to get a quick snack. On entering the kitchen, I saw a bag of cookies on the counter. My wife has been working to clean out the pantry, so I assumed that these had come from there. After pulling out a sandwich cookie (white cream between two shortbread cookies), and sniffing it, I took a bite, rummaged for some milk (there was none), ate the rest of the cookie, drank some water and went to bed. The cookie tasted a bit stale and flat, but not too bad. I hadn't wanted to spit it out, which I was prepared for when I took that first bite.

Last night, my wife comes home as dinner is finishing up, and grabs herself a plate. She sees the cookies on the counter, and asks if anyone has had one. Feeling that I may have inadvertently eaten someone's special cookie, I confess, hoping to make amends to whichever child I may have slighted. My wife laughs, and asks if I noticed the decoration on the cookies or on the bag. I say "no" (it had been 2:00 AM), and ask why. She tells me that there are fire hydrant's and police badges on the cookies, and paws on the bag. She then calls Allegra over, asks her if she was upset that I took one of her treats, and proceeds to give her what I now know to be a dog cookie.

Update (2007/03/22 10:26 PM): Amy suggested a picture of a cookie like the one I ate. Unfortunately, my wife gave the last one of the sandwich cookies to the dog. Here is what the bag looks like with the remaining cookies in it:


Update (2007/04/07 11:22 PM): Here is a picture about of the kind of cookie that I ate.