“Okay, okay . . . just wait a second.” Michele took a slice of pepperoni off her pizza and tossed it to Pete. “How can a little guy like you eat so much?” Steve grinned. “Just watch. He’ll hide it when you’re not looking and come back for more. He’s got caches of food all over the apartment.” Pete dashed out the kitchen door with the pepperoni in his mouth. A quick trip to the living room, and he was back, begging for more. “Give him one more piece, Steve. I want to check this out for myself.” Michele followed the little poodle to the living room and glanced around. The floor pillow next to the table looked as if it had been moved. “Aha.” Michele lifted the pillow and uncovered Pete’s stash. She hurried back to the kitchen to give her report. “I found four pieces of pepperoni, a gob of Romano, and three black olives under the floor pillow. Now I’m glad I didn’t give him any tomatoes. I think Pete’s saving up for a long, cold winter.” The phone in the living room rang.
