Attack Of The Pecan Tart Eater

Meet Buddy Dunn. He looks innocent, doesn't he? And yet, within that adorable, fuzzy little head lurks a powerful lust for sweet, sweet pecan tarts ... or anything that's edible, really.

Here he is getting to know the tarts, shortly before the crime occurred.


Just moments later, we sat down to eat our Thanksgiving feast. I got up to replenish our supply of peas-and-mushrooms, and upon entering the kitchen, caught Buddy red-handed ... crumb-lipped ... whatever. He was chomping his way through the entire plate of tarts. He had made a good start of it, and had ingested more than half of them before I pulled him away from the plate and moved it to higher ground.

The consensus in the Dunn household was that the tarts would soon emerge from one end of Buddy or the other, transformed in an unappetizing manner. However, sugar, butter, and pecans seemed to agree with his digestive system, and he was soon back in prime begging form underneath the dinner table.


I am grateful for domesticated animals ... they are almost all natural comedians.

PS: This post should not be confused with the film classic Attack Of The The Eye Creatures.