Marley's got nothin' on Wilbur.
It hit me today when I was driving the kids to school. Wilbur hadn't run to the front door when we were leaving. What would keep him from trying to fandangle himself into getting a car ride? "Oh, no..." I thought. "Please, no." (Truth be told, I actually said "Oh, shit." under my breath.)
I remembered that I had left the garbage open. And I had just thrown out some mangy meat - meat that had well past its due date. I had also tossed out some jelly...and then there was last night's dinner scraps from the plates...
I knew it as soon as I got home and opened the door - he didn't jump on it like he usually does. A guilty face stared back at me and instantly I knew. (The dirty, sticky mess around his mouth was an obvious clue as well.) I stomped into the kitchen and he knew the drill - outside he went.
This dog KNOWS when he has done bad and hates it when I am cross with him. As I write this he is sitting on the couch behind me...
This is his "I am guilty - please forgive me Mom - I swear will never do it again" face. (I can't tell you how many times I've seen this.)
All I can say is - it's a good thing you're cute! Off now to prepare for the worst...I'm sure the best is yet to come. (This is where I remind everyone that Wilbur has a very sensitive stomach...)