Tuesday dawned bright and early, and I was ready to conquer the world—or at least my to-do list. As I opened the fridge for breakfast, my dog, Benny, wiggled in, snagging a piece of toast right out of my hand. He dashed off like a furry thief, leaving me startled and giggling. I chased him around the house, all while trying to negotiate the return of my breakfast. Who knew Tuesdays could be so entertaining, thanks to a hungry pup?