I usually keep a cliff bar in my bag in case I'm stuck in traffic, the office, on the way to the gym and realize I'm hungry. More than once I realize once I'm off to the gym and haven't eaten my body says, "I want food." So the cliff bars stashed in my bag do the job.
Enter the dog. Mr Romeo, the Puppernutter was initially a fan of the cliff bars. He likes peanut butter. He likes chocolate. At home alone, he invented the game of finding the cliff bar in whichever bag was left at home. He would then proceed to rip the packaging to shreds and eat it. I'd come home to a mess and a sorry dog.
Later, Mr Romeo, unable to find the cliffbars in my bags (I stopped leaving them around) would dig out bits of old candy - chocolates - and destroy those. I'd come home and have the heart attack while he would be smiling and wagging his tail sheepishly. So all the chocolates went up on the counters. But Mr Romeo is relentless. He would sniff out the chocolate locations and jump up to four feet high to get his favorite secret (and bad for him) treat. After eating an entire chocolate orange he took from a 4 feet dresser, I had to do something. The chocolate went into hiding, so even if he could jump up 5 feet, he still did not have opposable thumbs.
He likes to remind me though. I'll find cliff bars that he's dug up from one bag or mine or another and puts them in his "kill" pile. But they are no longer opened. I guess all those chocolate bon bons spoiled him.
ps. yes, I know chocolate is bad for the dog. I have never personally given him chocolate - all the chocolate this dog has consumed has been through his own ingeniousness and skill.
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