This evening, my son was munching on a slice of pizza. He left the table to go to the bathroom. Our German Shepherd with the big black snoot decided to take a sniff. He put that big old head on the kitchen table and inhaled. It must've smelled good, because the next thing he did, was grab that piece of pizza and take a bite out of it.
"Schultz!" I hollared.
He dropped it on the table and retreated.
My son returned to the table. He noticed a bite mark on his pizza. He also noticed that it wan't where he put it. "What happened to my pizza?"
"Turn around and look at the dog," I said.
He did. A sticky string of mozarella cheese was still hanging off the dog's chin.