Sinking to a whole new level, Haskell hate half a box of powered Similac and two thirds of a container of whole wheat, organic baby oatmeal while Trevor and I were at work today. He pulled it off the island in the kitchen. We leave Banner's supplies up there all the time, but Haskell has never shown any interest in them before today.
That dog has no shame. No shame at all.
(And, no. He is not starving.)
Screw baby proofing. We need to Haskell proof. It is only a matter of time before he figures out the pantry door.