Jack, upon tasting an open-faced saltine and frosting sandwich.
(With the TV accompaniment--I planned that)
He said afterward it tasted like grass.
Afterward, he cleansed his palate with crisp toilet water, for a fresh-flush finish.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
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2 comments:
That's a great video! I always get satisfaction out of watching my dogs do that with peanut butter. After giggling at them for a few minutes I then feel slightly guilty. Surely it must not be fun for them to have to do that? The guilt passes quickly though, and I follow it up with another spoonful of peanut butter.
I hadn't tried Jack's sandwich until Liv asked me if saltines and frosting are good. I just tried it on Jack--I didn't actually eat one...until just now. Surprisingly, Jack's sandwich is pretty good--in a sort of sweet and salty way.
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