Cheeky monkey...

I just glanced out into the kitchen and saw Jack gnawing on something. I peered at him, then hollered at Mr. Abby.

"Hey, hon? Did you give the puppy pizza?"

"Huh? No."

Little bastard put his paws up on the stove and stole the last nasty slice of a nasty frozen pizza. I caught him trying again (to see if there was anything good left?) a couple minutes later. I believe I made my point about that being unacceptable.

I take them to the dog beach, I let them play in the water, I throw toys. I don't even complain when my Jeep smells like beach and wet dog. And this is how they pay me back! Oy vey!