Dog meets Cap’n Crunch. Hilarity ensues.

Ok, a bit of an exaggeration.   Dog has learned that Good Things come in boxes, especially ones with crinkly bags in them.   So I get the “where’s mine?” look from dog, and I throw her a piece of cereal.

It’s still on the floor.   She sniffed it, and prodded it, and licked it, but decided to leave it there.

There’s no pleasing some people.

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