Guilty

This morning when I woke up and came out into the den I was suddenly overcome by a strange smell.

Peanut butter.

I looked around and discovered this:


I had a large package of peanut butter crackers that I use with my home health patients. They were in our office, but wrapped in a bag INSIDE another bag. Apparently that wasn't enough to stop Harry. He ate SIX packages of peanut butter crackers. Lovely.

Poor guy had another seizure yesterday, and he is always extra ravenous after these happen, so I couldn't be too mad. Guess next time I'll know to hide them better!