Phog's Human Food Tally.

Apparently chewing on condoms last week wasn't enough.

The human food tally is back in effect.

Here's the count for 2007...
1. 1/4 bag of Garrett's Honey Roasted Peanuts. (Feb)
2. A half sleeve of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies. (Feb)
3. A full box of Carr's Table Water Crackers with Cracked Pepper. (Apr)

The frickin' box was closed and placed, where we thought was out of reach, in the middle of the coffee table. The sonuvagun managed to get onto the coffee table and fandango his way through the plastic wrapper to indulge in this healthy snack. And, as usual, he's in so much trouble it's not even funny.

Clearly, Mike and I need to do a better job scouting out the place for any misc. treats that could be within a paws reach before we leave the house. And by that, I mean anywhere but the kitchen. Phog apparently thinks he's a cat. He's able to follow Wrigley's lead and climb across our computer desk, along the back of the couch, and even onto our console table. It was cute at first, but now it's evidently a bad thing. A very, very bad thing. I never thought dogs would have a terrible two stage. Hmm...I guess in dog years he's a horny, mischevious teenager. I guess that explains the condoms and trying to hump the cat when we're not looking.

At any rate, I'm considering renaming the dog "McGyver" with the way he's been finessing himself into hard to reach places. Now if he manages makes a bomb using only kibble, dental floss and a paper clip...hmmm...nevermind, I don't want to give him any ideas...