
As an American, I'm genetically programmed (or morally obligated?) to love peanut butter, but now I pretty much only think of it as Kong stuffing.
My dad is crazy about the stuff, though, and likes to eat it out of the jar with a spoon. Years ago when I had my first dog, my dad came over to my house to check on him while I was at work. I couldn't figure out why all my Kong peanut butter stash was gone when I got home. Then I realised that he must have eaten the dog's supply. You know, including the dog spit and me sticking my finger in the jar to smear in the Kong?
I never mentioned it to my dad, but after that made sure I had a jar in the fridge marked 'FOR DOGS ONLY' and another 'FOR HUMANS'. I think he figured it out on his own but was too disgusted/embarrassed to say anything to me about the jar that went missing.
