Spike is now onto his seventh jar of peanut butter.
Unlike Bingly down the road, who scratched the roof of his mouth trying to claw the peanut butter out of his mouth after an errant piece of toast and peanut butter, my dog Spike is a complete addict.
He seems to lie in wait until one of my boys accidentally leaves the cupboard door open, then rushes in to grab his prize and disappears down the yard. The first I usually learn of it is when I find the mangled, empty jar out on the lawn.
Today was a little different – he brought the empty jar in to my bedroom to show me. Probably his way of saying "look what I get up to when you don't give me a walk at the right time". Almost as bad as the (single) time he caught a mynah bird, and brought in inside to show me.
Spike apparently grabs the plastic jar and squeezes it until the screw-top lid pops off. Then (judging by the state of the jar), he squeezes the jar until all the peanut butter oozes out.
I had warned the kids not to leave the cupboard open. And Spike has experimented with a jar of vegemite and tomate paste, but those were once-off meals. He always seems to return to his favourite, peanut butter.
Yes, I think it's finally time to put the peanut butter up high. And to buy it in a glass jar. Such a waste of good cupboard space.
I guess it's a change from the avocadoes that drop from the neighbours tree, overhanging our yard.
And I won't talk about my favourite box of chocolates he stole from the coffee table.
