As you may have known from a previous post, I was at a barbecue party thing last night with my sister and her husband. Her dog was also there. Anyway we had a lot of food on a coffee table, one of my brother-in-laws cousins got up from the couch to pee, and I guess he was drunk AF cuz he tripped and fell. In the ensuing chaos the little scruffy fuck had stolen two sausages from a tray before my sister, who was less than a foot away, could grab him. It was like he biding his time.
He was quite pleased with himself, my sister less so.
My old corgi (rest her soul) was such a act. She would act helpless a lot of times and then when there was a chance to steal food? Mission Impossible music would play and she would jump, sprint, backflips to get food. When we were staying with my brother in law. She sprented down a hill and started eating our nibblings Halloween pumpkins before I got the door shut.
(She didn’t do backflips. That is hyperbole)