One of the daily tasks I have is making sure there is nothing left on the counter for Cooper to confiscate once I leave the house. You don't know how many sticks of butter this dog has eaten. Cartons of Country Crock, cookies, bread, meat, dozen cupcakes, Girl Scout cookies, whatever. He's not picky. Anything he can get to when no one is looking. So, it completely doesn't surprise me to come home and find our box of Krispy Kreme donuts sitting on the floor, mauled, completely gone. There were still at least 6 donuts in the box.
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