(I’m slammed today, so please forgive another Mini pic. At least she’s cute, right?)
We have this little game we play every school morning. SK, being a typical kid, leaves his toast crusts on the coffee table. Mini goes in her crate while I run him to school (she cries if we don’t put her in her crate, so that “training” habit has stuck), and when I get home I let her out and start on the morning stuff I’ve got to do.
She pretends she’s not filching the toast crust off the table and I pretend I don’t know.
But this morning, I had to go through the living room and I caught her trying to hide her purloined toast crust in the folds of the blanket so I wouldn’t see it.
She doesn’t look guilty at all, does she?
She’s just, uh, keeping it warm! Yeah, that’s it!
Accused of FILCHING toast? She is cleaning HOUSE for goodness sakes. Can’t she be allowed to help out without being persecuted?
Good thing she can’t read or she’d run off and live with you.
When #3 and his dog lived here. the rotten beast (dog, not kid) would filch the entire freaking loaf of bread off the counter (tall dog) and leave the empty, shredded bag in the middle of the living room floor. Then meet us at the door with The Guilty Slink.
Strangely enough, it’s Jinx (the orange kitty) I can’t trust near a loaf of bread.
Aw, she’s just so cute. How could you see guilt in that face???
Actually, the best pilfering instance involved a can of cashews, lifted from the counter and placed on the living room rug, the lid carefully removed and set aside, cashews eaten as far as the snout would reach.
We decided against eating the rest, coated as they were with dog slobber.