Hee hee . . . hubs made pizza tonight and brought me 2 slices, upstairs in our computer room.  He goes back downstairs and a certain D O G was pulling a slice off his plate on the kitchen table--I knew this because I heard him yelling at Jack: "You stinking mutt--give me back my pizza!"  Then a commotion--Jack comes barreling up the stairs with a whole slice of pizza hanging out of his mouth, and hubs was  running up behind him -- yelling at Jack to "Drop IT!!!" 
 
HAHHAHHAA!!!  

  (Not to worry, there were at least 3 slices left on the pizza pan, so hubs still had enough slices.)  Meanwhile, Jack inhaled his absconded slice once he escaped from hubs!  
