Whenever Fido is up to trouble, he hides in the living room corner. When walking time arrived, that’s where I found him.
“Fido, what are you doing?”
The Labrador didn’t budge. Thinking he was up to something, I went over and tapped his head. Fido jumped and faced me with guilty blue eyes and puffy cheeks. Something was in his mouth. Since he wouldn’t open it willingly, I scratched his nose. His sneeze sent a pair of dentures flying into Grandma’s chair. I was still staring at them when I heard Grandpa call from upstairs, “Alex, have you seen my dentures?”