― My mom used to have a dog named Henry, a big black lab with a gentle soul, but he had a wily side. Whenever he was given a bone, he would place it between his big black paws and wait. ∙ Meanwhile, Mom's other dog, a husky-cross named Kasey, would devour her bone in seconds. When she was finished with hers, she'd come sniffing around Henry's. Only then would Henry start to eat the bone. Of course, there was no way she would dare to take it off him, so she had to endure torture while Henry [...].