When I get up in the morning, I like to have a cup of coffee in my recliner while watching the morning news. But, every morning this is what I'm faced with: Lizzie in my easy chair and refusing to budge. Also, I've been battling a sore throat and keep lozenges on my night stand in case I wake up with a dry throat. Lizzie steals them and eats them. She lays at the foot of the bed and chomps on them with neurotic canine glee. She's a twisted dog, I tell you.