Hm. Wrong form of “their/they’re.” Ah well.
It’s fun to think of comedic situations like this. I mean, imagine trying to bake enough cookies to go around to 112 kids? Eek.
I like having such a dog specific joke, those funny plastic cones they have to wear. Oh, and sometimes I’ve been the unwanted cheerer-on, sometimes the unwanting to be cheered-on.