What seemed like a good idea proved otherwise when we recently packed this portable can opener for a trip to Death Valley. On our second day at the exquisite Furnace Creek Lodge and Inn, I put the quite small mechanism to task for about the fourth time on a small can of chicken for my service dog as part of setting up dinner with Paul Newman (!) kibbles. It broke into pieces about five inches along the way and could not be put back together again. My Swiss Army knife saved the completion task. I have no interest in replacing it. My feelings for the Swiss, however, are improved.