Biscuit, a golden retriever with a obsession for sugar, stared at the cookie jar like it was a holy relic. The jar sat atop the fridge—three feet of slick ceramic, taunting him. He pawed at the counter, yipped once, and launched himself upward. His nails scraped the fridge door. Crickets. He tried again, this time using a chair as a ramp. The chair wobbled. The jar wobbled. Biscuit’s tail wagged so hard it created a mini tornado of dust. Finally, he reached the jar, popped it open, and… nothing. Just a sticky residue and a note: “You’re on candid camera!” Biscuit blinked. Then he grabbed the note, chewed it into confetti, and stared at the camera like it owed him money.
