If this hasn’t happened to you, it’s probably because you don’t own a dog. You leave your freshly baked (or acquired) edibles saran wrapped on the counter, awaiting Sunday’s premiere of the latest True Detective. You go to work and upon your return notice Lassie isn’t quite as happy to see you as usual.
“What is it girl… Is Timmy stuck in the well?!” you ask. She stands still, gazing at you with rolling eyes and a lolling tongue.