Milk Bones!? You figure this is her idea of a joke. You two don't even own a dog! You figure this is her making some sort of sarcastic statement, treating her like the master, you like the pet. Of course, that's not how her note sounded. You think for a moment. You may not have a dog, but she used to bring up getting one, you always shot it down though. It's not that you don't like dogs, you just didn't like the idea of sharing your living space with a loud, dirty, attention hogging mutt.
You look back at the Milk Bones. Well if this is her idea of a joke you may as well indulge her. You walk over there, you know what you'll do, you're going to make her think you've ate one, break one up, leave crumbs everywhere and dispose of most of it in the neighbor's trashcan.
You open up the box and take out the first one from the top, to your surprise it smells fantastic, you take it to your nose and take a sharp inhale. It smells just like a fresh steak dinner! Now you're tempted, to actually try the thing, or follow the original plan...