so I asked if he wanted some milk afterwards....

Saturday Artie bought a few donuts for me to eat on my way to church Sunday morning. I leave for church pretty early and NEVER have time to actually cook. I am sitting in the living room Saturday night and Jackson goes missing. I do not think anything about it because our house has lots of places he could be. A little time goes by and I start to hear some rustling in the kitchen. I get up to see what is going on and find Jack....enjoying my donuts. All 3 of them. He enjoyed them so much that he sat and licked the floor for an hour afterwards (trying to find all the crumbs). About an hour later I found him sprawled out on the bed in a sugar coma where he stayed until morning.