It amazes me that some still believe humans to be more intelligent than dogs. I mean, honestly - anyone who thinks a quick stroll around the block and a half-hearted toss of a tennis ball is nearly enough to satisfy and mentally stimulate an intelligent canine such as myself, well...do I really need to say any more?

And so my adventure began. It's funny, I've heard mom warn everyone many times over that I'm notorious for my counter-surfing (who ME??) and to not leave things out within my grasp or they will surely be devoured...but apparently they don't listen. And I am SO glad for that.

Yum! Dad's having frozen pizza for dinner. Oh and what's that he's pulling out of the crisper in the fridge? Smells meaty....and delicious. Oh, he's garnishing that frozen cardboard! Even better! Gosh, I didn't know he'd be so thoughtful. At this point, God was listening to my coonie pleas because the phone rang. A perfect opportunity. He bumbled down the stairs (sucker) and I went in for the kill. No one was there to witness this "alleged" discretion however, so I like to blame the human's failing memory. When he returned to place the pizza in the oven, I was delighted to watch him scratch his head and stare at it. I imagine he was thinking: "Didn't I put five pieces of salami on this cheese pizza?" (mmhmm) and "Well I thought I did, but Cilla is just looking at me and the pizza has not moved an inch off this counter..." (Oh I was very careful) "There are no telltale crumbs on the floor" he continues to muse. But then, oh then....he pulled the package of salami out of the fridge. And found 5 pieces missing from it.

I better get out of here.