As a kid I can remember my dad going to the news stand every Sunday morning to get the paper with our dog in tow and every Sunday he got said dog a Hershey bar.
Hunted quail last season with a guide and two dogs. The older bitch had some sort of genetic blood sugar problem and she used to fall down in a faint every now now and then. The vet advised the guide to toss her a snack-sized candy bar whenever she showed signs of needing it.
Saw her scarf two or three Baby Ruths while we were in the field.
