It Really Happened
For Christmas a few weeks ago, my dog, Pickles, received a canister of Snausages in his stocking. Some time around the new year, I came home one night to discover the Snausages had been knocked off the counter, on to the floor, and the canister had been broken. It had been, so I thought, an accident due to the counter-top wanderings of my cat, Sebastian.

Being the somewhat irresponsible housekeeper I am, I gathered the Snausages and broken canister and simply set them back on a counter. Over the next few days, I mysteriously began to start seeing Pickles wander into rooms with a Snausage that neither Jen nor I have given him. I sort of understood what that implied but it didn't really hit me until I actually saw it. I went into the kitchen and there was Sebastian, on the counter. He pulled a Snausage out of the broken canister, batted it off the counter, AND GAVE THE DOG A TREAT. Sebastian has no interest in the treats for himself. It was an action purely to entertain the dog.

I fear that soon, Jen and I will no longer be in control of our household.