The Food Snatcher

He knocked down the garbage can with his huge paw and soon had his head stuck in the garbage can looking for scraps of food and bones. When he finally crawled out of the can he had a steak bone in his mouth.
“No Max!! Stop!!,” my mother yelled.
This is a typical day with my family’s dog the ten year old German Shepherd MaxaMillion. Max is a mastermind at taking food; anything that I have in my hand is either knocked down, bitten out of my hand or is cried for. Victoria Stilwell of the Animal Planet Channel show It’s Me or the Dog would disapprove of Max’s penchant for taking food off the table.
Max is even worse when there is no one around when food is left out. My mom cooked my dad a nice T-bone steak with a baked potato and green peas. She left it on the kitchen table for my father, who was in his study, but my dad didn’t know that Max was in the house. Max jumped on the table and took the steak up stairs and ate it. When my dad came to the kitchen to eat his steak there was nothing left but a potato and green peas. My dad asked my mom what happen to the steak and she said, “I don’t know.” My parents looked up stairs and found Max chewing on the steak bone. Needless to say, my dad was so mad.
Another time, my mother had just finished preparing a juicy roast beef for dinner. After cooking it in the oven she took it out and placed in on top of the stove to cool. But my mother didn’t know that Max was in the house in the basement. When my mom went up stairs, Max snuck up to the kitchen, jumped on the stove and snatched the whole roast beef. My mother and I were chasing Max around the house to get the meat from him but being so devious, he managed to get up stairs, lay down, and take a few bites out of the meat, thereby rendering it inedible to my family. My mother was so angry because, she had spent two hours working on dinner for the five of us and not for one ill mannered dog. That was a night that my family and I ended up eating McDonald’s.
Although Max is a food snatcher my family loves him dearly. He is protective over the family and even more protective over me. He doesn’t like anyone touching me or my parent yelling at me, he’s like a big brother. The people outside my family may view Max as a vicious dog, but my family knows he’s nothing more than a big spoiled baby who loves to get his tummy rubbed and his thighs scratched.