Reggie and Friends

If I’ve learned anything from having a Pug, it’s that he will constantly find new ways to get himself into trouble. It never ceases to amaze me what this little guy is capable of doing.

When I go to work, Reggie is restricted to the living room and dining room. I close the door between the dining room and the bedrooms, and I also put up the baby gate between the dining room and the kitchen. He spends most of the day on the back of the couch looking out the window.

For the past week or so, I’ve had a half-full jar of peanut butter on the dining room table. It’s out of reach and Reggie has never bothered it. Until today.

I came home from work to find a few things that had been on the table now on the floor. I also saw shredded paper. Further inspection revealed that it was part of the label from the jar of peanut butter. As I looked around, I found the lid with a hole in it. It took me forever to find the actual jar, which somehow made its way under the couch. When I looked at the jar, I couldn’t help but laugh. Reggie probably spent all day trying to get the jar open, and with his little face (and lack of snout), he wasn’t able to get any of the peanut butter except for maybe licking the sides of the jar.

I’m still fascinated that he was able to get up onto the table. It’s one more thing in the house that will need to be better Pug-proofed.