Went to visit my parents yesterday evening. My mother, being the sweet human being she is, had a plate of at least a dozen cookies sitting in the centre of her kitchen table. We all stepped outside for a few minutes, but we left my golden retriever, Josie, inside. Josie is a perfectly well-behaved house dog, never acts up of gets into anything she knows she is not supposed to. Upon going back in, we discovered an empty plate on the table, crumbs directly in front of Josie, while she sits there with a big ole, cookie-eating grin on her face.
The plate that is hanging on her neck just so happens to be the plate that her evening snack was on.
