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When I got into the shower, Sam was holding a full box of dog biscuits.

I considered taking them away, but then thought, How much trouble could he get into with those?

When I got out of the shower, the box of dog biscuits was empty, there was a pile of crumbs on the carpet, and our greyhound, Lexi, was lying on her bed looking a bit peaked.

Posted 22 August 2005 at 01:17 PM