I love all the sneaky dog stories.

Jake is my sneaky dog. He usually isn't too far away from me, but on occasion he will quietly disappear. Usually when he disappears I know where to find him, in the kitchen. He knows he's not supposed to be on the counters, but every now and then he will sneak off to the kitchen and grab something off the counter. Sometimes he can reach a pot holder that was left out, or a napkin. He usually just pulls them onto the floor and walks away from it.

One time Justin made me a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and left it on the counter. (I was in the bathroom washing my hands and Justin ran into his office for a minute.) By the time I came out the sandwich was nowhere to be found, I had assumed Justin hadn't made it. I asked him and he said he did make it, we then realized that Jake had stole it and ate it.