It was my parents first visit to see us since we had moved and their 
first chance to see how well behaved our malamute Yukon was. That first 
morning, I came in and asked my parents what they wanted for breakfirst. 
My mom pipes up and says that she had helped herself to a piece of toast 
with peanut butter. I timedly asked her which peanut butter she had eaten. 
With a blank look she said the Jif peanut butter why? I busted out 
laughing and when I finally could stop I proceeded to explain that we had 
two jars of peanut butter...one for Yukon and one for us. Yukon's peanut 
butter (Jif) was strictly his especially since we dip his bones, pills 
and any other treat he gets into it. My mom just grimaced and said oh 
well...but I don't think she'll ever eat peanut butter at our house again 
without asking if it's Yukon's first. Good thing I didn't tell her that 
our fingers and Yukon's nose had been in that jar also.