The dog is driving me crazy!

So I'm watching tv. King comes over, and puts his head up to mine, and he *whuffs* onto me. He has peanut butter breath. I roll my eyes, thinking that we left the pantry open again, and go upstairs to shut it. The pantry is shut. I check, and the peanut butter is right where it is supposed to be. Everything is where it is supposed to be, but King has peanut butter breath.

If he's learned to open the jar, eat some, and then put it back, I'm quitting.

*sigh*
Dogs.