My parents had a large “rescued Greyhound named Dorie who loved peanut butter. Once when they came home from work they found that Dorie had somehow opened a closet door, removed a plastic jar of peanut butter, stuck her long snout in the jar and licked it nearly clean.
Desire and intelligence not expected in an ex-racing Greyhound. But to open a door and a jar? They said she deserved what she ate.