Stupid pooch.

Okay, so, I'm getting ready to go to the mall, and all is fine and dandy. About ten minutes ago, I just got this huge wanting for an awesome sandwich.

So, I went and made one.

Now, this wasn't any ordinary sandwich. It's was big, full of stuff and looked so frickin' yummy.

And it smeled soo good! And, to me, sandwiches don't normally have a smell, they're more kind of like, whatever. But, this one, holy crap, mmmm!

So, I bring the sandwich back to my room, and I go in my bathroom for about, i don't know, two minutes, and I come back out, for my amazing sandwich, to find it gone, with my big-as-a-horse dog, looking very guilty with mustard all over his snout.

Man.

And I really, really wanted that sandwich.