There are days when I hate my dog
And this is one of them. I had the mincemeat pie on the counter (hadn't found a high enough place to hide it yet) and went upstairs to wake Geoff to go to Mom's. I came back down to discover the horrible creature had knocked the pie down and was eating the crust. I had figured it would be safe for two minutes as he had just been given his dinner. Guess I'll be baking again tomorrow morning. So much for planning ahead.