After finishing off a jar of peanut butter, it is our habit to give the dregs to Zoe. She will spend countless hours licking the insides, chewing the rim, endlessly trying to scoop out the last morsel of tasty legume goodness. Yesterday, I tossed it to her. After destroying the mouth of it and widening it as much as she could, she gave up and let Zali believe he manhandled it from her. He strutted about, lording it over all the other dogs in the house. He hit Carmen on the snout with the jar. She was having one of her, "My name is Car Keys?" moment and promptly fell back asleep.
He then set about to petition me to get the deliciousness remaining in the bottom. I tried to teach him to put his paw into the jar and scrape it out. He looked as if I were Car Keys. You eexpect ze Zali to make hees luscious fuhr, deerty? Mais, non!
So I scraped out as much as I could, sharing it between his royal hiney and Simone.
He gave up interest when the jar was depleted and finally allowed tiny Simone to have it. She batted it around and licked as far inside as she could. And that's when it happened. She stuck her head into the jar to taste the straggling bits on the bottom. It got stuck on her ears. Immediate panic ensued. Simone flopped and struggled. With every flip of the jar, I could feel her anxiety increasing expotentially. I couldn't hold her and pull the danged thing off her head. I called for Hud. He rescued us by holding her while I yanked it off. It was stuck pretty good. Those ears are fluffy.
I'm not letting the leetle keed play weeth zees anymore. I thought Zoe was stupeed, but wow.
So note to the Hudarosa household. No demolishing of peanut better jars without direct supervision from an adult. A human one.
*In case you were wondering, that donut shaped object by the pillows is my neck brace. I wear it at night because along with the floating kneecap, I was diagnosed with arthritis --in my neck. Stupid car accidents.*