On a walk with my dear, departed yellow Lab a few years ago, my typically inquisitive girl walked home like the best-trained canine I had ever seen--eyes on the road, head held high, a spring in her step.
As this was a striking contrast with our usual meandering walks, it dawned on me that something could be up. I proceeded to stick my whole hand in her mouth (don't judge; my fellow dog owners will understand). Out came an entire, intact brownie that, unbeknownst to me, she had inhaled from the sidewalk on the way home. She had thought it wise to not call attention to herself or her prize so she could savor the chocolate-y goodness once we were safely home, away from my prying eyes.