Pablo received quite the treat this morning from K. A jar of mostly finished peanut butter intended for the trash was placed in Pablo’s paws instead. It kept him busy long enough for K to eat his breakfast in peace (usually an impossible feat here). After K left for work, Pablo trotted around the house carrying the jar in his mouth. Occasionally he’d bat it around like it was one of his toys. Except his toys don’t roll. Jars do, and this one rolled under every piece of furniture downstairs. Then Pablo would whine until I retrieved it. Thanks, K, for my morning workout!