Sometimes when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls you can still hear him munching on new releases and snarling when someone steps too close to his pulp fiction.
My childhood dog was an avid reader, which is to say that he liked that I read because he considered books to be the most high end of chew toys. Other dogs liked to gnaw on bones, but not my dog. My dog had a more refined palate. My dog knew precisely which book was the final one in the series, and then he would wait until I was in the middle of it before he would creep up and steal it from me.
Finders keepers.
Most of the time he would allow me to retrieve the book after the inevitable offerings of cheese and other treats to assuage his hunger. Then I would return to my chair and…
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Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 