martybarker wrote:I only left my plate unattended for a minute and he took advantage and when I came back he was sitting there frozen in place with something in his mouth. When I got closer he gobbled it down and my plate was empty.

That guilty dog with food in his mouth look.
I had a cat, Simi, who was the worst chicken thief. Of course I was scared of the chicken bones and the cats, so I'd actually pick up the plate and carry it with me if I had to go in the kitchen.
Once I sat down with a plate of food, my napkin slipped to the floor, and when I raised my head after picking it up, my plate was empty of chicken!
I looked around, no Simi.
Walked down the hall, no Simi.
Looked under the bed, and saw 6 pounds of hell staring and growling at me, with a quarter chicken gripped in her mouth.
If it'd been beef, I'd have given up. But I forged ahead.