Love (my nutty dog) Thursday

So I went to my aunt and uncle's for dinner tonight (and to drop off homemade chocolate chip cookies my mom sent - she really does make the best), and I get home, and Mags is, as usual, all excited that I'm home. And I make it the four steps into the living room, and I see this in the middle of the floor:

Brand new jar of peanut butter. Purchased yesterday.

Now, anyone who knows my dog knows she is...how to put this delicately....kind of a slut. She will freely offer her affection for belly rubs, ear scratches, people food of almost any kind, but what Maggie loves almost more than me (almost) is peanut butter. I don't remember leaving it where she could get it, but, I'm sure I did, because I know she didn't go into the pantry and get it and then neatly close the door again.

At first, I couldn't even figure out how she'd gotten into it. And then I found this.

Uh-huh.

But....really....when it comes right down to it....could you be mad at this face?

Yeah. Me neither.