My dog fetishizes spatulas. Every chance he can get, he’ll nab the spatula from the kitchen counter. It’s not uncommon for me to find spatulas hidden in his bed, in a corner of the room, or snuggled tightly in the couch. I’m probably the only person in existence who would benefit from the ‘Spatula City’ skit in  Weird Al’s ‘UHF.’ Spatulas could be the next rawhide bone.