Wednesday, January 26, 2011

But my name is on it. . .

I spent a wonderful few days at my grandpa Steve and Michele's house up in Westminster while my mom and dad worked all weekend.  I got to play with my bunny and raccoon, ate peanut butter and krunchies out of my kong, tunneled under the covers in the middle of the night and kicked Michele out of bed, stole Poppy's toys, slept in Poppy's bed, and genuinely had a grand ol' time.  

When my mom and dad left for work this morning, they made a fatal mistake. They left my "overnight bag" out on the counter.  Yup, the bag with all of my goodies -- my toys, my food container, my empty kong, my stuffies, my leash and collar, and more importantly . . .
 the peanut butter jar for my kong. 
 Well, don't look at me.  The goose did it.  I swear.
 I'm sorry Mom, I really am.  But how was I supposed to know that I shouldn't eat it.  It was pretty clear that the jar was meant for me. 

Look, the lid clearly says:


  1. It DOES have your name on it. She wasn't there to ask, so you had to assume she left it for you to eat!

    I'm quite impressed that you got the jar open!!

  2. WOW! What a mess! But didn't your mouth stick together from all that peanut butter?

  3. There was only about a tablespoon of peanut butter left in the jar. Total bummer! It kept me busy all day long though, because it was stuck to the sides of the jar.

    Barbara -- I can open ANYTHING!

  4. Ella is super jealous especially since she hasn't scored anything good off of the counters lately!

  5. Oh Laila I'm sure your mum wasnt cross with you, how could she be when you are as cute as you are! The goose was obviously the one who told told you to do it. We all think you are very clever.