I saw this big, beautiful, old, pure white dog limping toward me as I was driving through a neighborhood.
It had a big Pizza Hut box in its mouth with the letters perfectly forward and his mouth perfectly centered on the top edge. Made me do a double take to see if someone was coaching him.
I went by and turned around as he stupidly walked across the street nonchalantly as an approaching car stopped for him to cross.
By the time I got turned around and circled around he was in the yard of the corner house gently burying the box under pine needles.
On closer inspection darned if there wasn't another similar pizza box lying past it and to the left.
Pulled over on the wrong side of the street with flashers going for oncoming dimocraps and called him over and fed him my last two cans of Vienna Sausage I carry for that purpose after taking the pic..