Sol and I were driving home from work yesterday– -I have a small truck and he sits up front next to me (he's very good about not being rowdy). I ran into one market, left the groceries in the cab with him, then ran into another market... you can probably guess what happpened.
I am usually good about only leaving non-tasty things with him-- he's not usually terribly nosy. But the buttermilk carton smelled great! He pulled it out of the bag and had just punctured it as I arrived. He dropped it and tried to look innocent. I picked it up--- it looked like he hadn't gotten far-- then the milk spurted out the bottom.
He was very hepful about cleanup, licking the seat. I was upset, but laughing at the same time. The scary moment was when I opened the door to pour out the buttermilk left in the carton and he jumped out of the truck.
I was really glad I hadn't yelled at him, because he just stood there until I picked him up and put him back in the truck. He is so much more important than a little mess!!
Anyway, the truck didn't even smell this morning. Note to self-- put groceries in the truck bed.