I give them my best puppy eyes, whine in that way everyone finds really cute and sit down like the good boy I am.

They’re watching me and smiling. I cock my head and yawn.

The sandwich, they pick it up!

I shuffle my feet and slide a little closer. I can smell the ham and cheese.

The sandwich goes higher and higher and- What? They take a bite. And another. What’s happening?

I whine inquisitively and they smile at me. They finish the sandwich. I don’t even get a crust.

My owner is evil.