My dog might be a genius

I consider myself a fairly simple person. I like being stoned when watching movies, I like eating ice cream before dinner, I like going for long, quiet walks, and I like reading Russian literature whenever I'm on the p**per. Lately, I've had a copy of The Brothers Karamazov on my bathroom counter to keep me occupied while I'm shedding a few pounds in the morning.

Apparently my dog appears to be a fan of Dostoyevsky too, because once a week or so my copy of the book will somehow disappear and end up in his favorite corner of the living room. There aren't torn pages strewn about or even any damage to the paperback itself, it's just weird how it seemingly teleports from the bathroom to the living room when I'm not watching.

I've scolded him about it a few times, but just tonight during my shower, I walk out to see the book missing once again, and it's right where I'd expect to find him when he's relaxing. I don't know what to do about it. Maybe I'll just switch to reading Steinbeck and see how he handles American literature