I promised my kids we'd make s'mores over Labor Day weekend, before school started. With Hurricane Earl swinging by the Cape for a visit, we had blustery winds most of the weekend. Early on Monday evening it was calm enough to light the firepit.
Puppy was intrigued by the flaming marshmellows. She kept asking to try one.
Finally, my daughter gave in. She let Puppy have a marshmallow. Puppy took it gingerly in her mouth, careful not to break it as she carried it over to the grass.... and...
...sat in it. Oops.
This is why you don't give a s'more to a Puppy.