Friday, December 26, 2008

The Peanut Brittle Bandit

Sniffing out the goods. Yep, it's peanut brittle. Doesn't have my name on it, but that doesn't really matter. Possession of the goods is what really matters, right?

Dang, this is a tough tin to open. Tried my teeth, tried my paws. Nothing doing. And then, after all my hard work, they took the tin away and put it up on the counter. No fair!

2 comments:

The Idaho Beauty said...

This brings back memories...My sister-in-law started sending us peanut brittle about 10 years ago - even before we unwrapped that first tin, the dog was right there nosing the package. We wondered what in the world was in there.

So after that first year, we always let the dog do as yours, and ended up with one rather battered tooth-scratched tin that I kept returning for more!

Fibra Artysta said...

Dooley love goes nuts for peanut butter too! Starts singing and hopping around, just loves the stuff! Cute picture! :)