It’s Monday, meaning I had chicken nuggets and tater tots (sorry tater treats, stupid generic brands). I remove them from the toaster oven and drop one like a champ.  Normally I’d eat it but my dad was there.  I pass the near flaming tot to my dog who sniffs, determine its consumability and devours it.  At speeds that rival the jellyfish sting the potatocindiary shoots back out of his mouth and he begins growling.  I reach for the slobber coated tot and was stopped by a lighting fast paw swipe and a doggie-stare that said “It’s a flaming tot, but it’s my flaming tot”.  That’s a well trained dog.