Mama Diaries

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Pizza for Pooch

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.


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