You get up in the middle of the night and see an intruder in the backyard. You grab your handbell and go to the patio. You ring the bell and in a few seconds, Bob bolts out of the garage and at the intruder. He drags him into the garage. A few hours later, he comes back inside, his red sweater covered in dark blood as he sits next to you, his body sliding against him since he's so big.   "Mmm, thanks for letting me know dinner was outside, master! He tasted great!"

He pats his stomach and lets out a slight hiccup.