Saturday, my husband left half his chicken parmesan sandwich for me on the kitchen counter. When I came into the kitchen, the paper plate was on the floor, the meat portion of the sandwich was gone and my 12-year-old Jack Russell Terrier, who spends most of her time sleeping, was licking the tile.
This is the kitchen counter (it's not usually so clean).
This is the dog.
She usually looks like this:
Do you think she’s just lulling our suspicions?