Dog Eat Doug by Brian Anderson for January 08, 2020

I remember, one night, jumping off the couch, remembering the pizza was still out on the counter. Got in the kitchen and nothing was out of place. A little while later, thought I heard something. Checked the kitchen, nothing. The third time, I crept into the kitchen and watched my angel Labrador, in full stealth mode, stretching up and over the counter, lift the pizza box lid with her nose and extract a slice. Then, like Sam Fisher from splinter cell, retreat out of the room, leaving nothing out of place.