Bad Dog!

Here's what happened to us this evening. Our neighbors were away for the weekend, and we brought in their mail and newspapers. This afternoon, Bob and I decided to take Gulliver for a walk in the park, and on the way home, Bob came up with a really good idea. "Let's stop at MacDonalds," he said. So we did and hurried home to enjoy our quarter pounders with cheese, fries, and chocolate shake. We hardly ever do this, and it smelled SO good as we drove home from MacDonalds.

Just as we sat down to enjoy our supper, our neighbors got home from their weekend in Michigan, and he walked over to pick up their mail and papers. Because it was thundering and beginning to rain, Bob and I stood up from the supper table and put all their papers and mail into a plastic bag so it wouldn't get wet as he walked back across the yard to his house. When we returned to the table a few minutes later to finish our meal, I discovered that my burger was gone. Does Gulliver look guilty? If he doesn't, he should! It seems that we have a "hamburgler" in the house.