Mother used to make pies in the afternoon and set them in the garage to cool. It was my job to bring the pie in when it was time for dessert. One evening, however, instead of finding a warm apple pie, I saw the neighbor's dog running out the back door of the garage, juice from the pie still dripping from his face and whiskers. He had eaten the whole pie and licked the plate clean. When I complained to our neighbor about her dog's misdeed and how he had eaten all of the pie, she replied, "Oh, dear, I hope he doesn't get sick."