Friday evening Husband brought home a dozen donuts for us to split over the weekend. No we don’t need them, but we don’t do that sort of thing very often either. As of last night there were still 4 left in the box. As of this morning when I got up, the box was on the kitchen floor and the donuts where no where to be seen (don’t worry, the chocolate ones were long gone).
Pretty sure its Arty who’s the problem, Apollo is certinally capable of stealing stuff off the counter, but he knows better. Arty on the other hand has JUST reached a size where he can stretch up and grab something, and we haven’t been successfull yet in teaching him not to. And of course although Apollo might not START it, but he’s more than willing to “help” once Arty starts it. Sigh