So, I made brownies last night.
It’s your fault, see?:
He’d lick it until it made it to the edge or corner of the room. Then, he’d pick it up and put it back in the center of the room and start again.
He even had to take a water and burp break at one point.
I love our dog.
He shares my passion for peanut butter and the joys of baking with it.