Daisy and her Treats

I used to ever so carefully
lift the lid off the cracked cookie
jar, afraid of my mother's wrath
if she heard me going after the
cookies again.
Now I ever so carefully
unscrew the lids from the
jar full of homemade granola.
If Daisy hears me, she will come
running in, all four paws
skidding to a stop at my
feet, waiting for her treats.