Dogs *sigh*

Pam and I got home from dinner at Sweetwater Tavern, and found King sitting in the middle of the bedroom, with his paws around something that he was playing with. It turned out to be a jar of peanut butter, that *had* been pretty full, and now was pretty empty. He was doing a good job of licking the PB out with his tongue. We took it away from him, told him Bad Dog a couple of times, and I tossed it. As I was locking up the pantry Pam asked me what good it was to close the pantry after the peanut butter was stolen.

About an hour later King came up to me, leaned against me, and wanted scritches. I gave him some, and tried to ignore his peanut butter breath.

*sigh*

Dogs.