Missy has been convincing me that she is a sad older dog -- walking slowly, sighing, sleeping a lot, not eating her food with the usual gusto. So of course I thought I could trust her. As usual, she was simply keeping an eye on the groceries and lulling me into a state of lowered vigilance.
Case in point: The other day I took a pizza out of the freezer and put it in the toaster oven. Missy uncharacteristically showed no interest and continued to slumber on her dog-bed. Suspecting nothing, I left the pizza on on the counter to cool and took a phone call.
On my return, there was no pizza anywhere no be found, only a very self-satisfied Malamute licking her chops and twinkling her snappy brown eyes at me.
It was really good, only not the green peppers -- Missy out
