Perfection

I finally did it. I finally made the perfect pie. I rolled the dough into perfect circles, It fit the plate perfectly, in a word: perfect.

That was until a dog got to it. I come downstairs and half the top crust is missing. The rest of the pie was intact. No filling gone, just half of the top crust. But I just hold onto the fact that for a few hours, I had a perfect pie cooling on the counter.