So I have never taken food off of the counter before yesterday. My Mom told me it was a no, and to leave it. I always listen when I hear leave it. Well the other day Mom was downstairs doing some walking machine. I hate when she does it I can't go down with her. My two big brothers were hungry and opened the big white box. I heard the words get out the salami, I never had that stuff before. It smelled divine. Well the boys got busy making something called a sandwich. there was some green stuff a red thing and oh there was cheese. That I know I like. Mommy gives that to me every once in a while when I practice my tricks. Now I am really interested. I must being doing something right if cheese it involved, RIGHT? So mom is still downstairs, she didn't say leave it, the boys walked out of the room Daddy called them to look at something. So I took both of those sandwich things. They were really good. The boys came back they seam upset, and confused. If it weren't for the few crumbs of bread on my beard I would have escaped. After all she didn't say leave it. I think I am in trouble!!!