The Face of Innocence

Third time this week, people. THIRD.

The Face of Innocence

Look at that face. Does this look like the face of a dog who just demolished our kitchen trash can and ate what I can only assume was an entire rotisserie chicken wrapper? According to Biscuit, absolutely not.

I came downstairs after my shower to find our kitchen looking like a crime scene, and this golden angel sitting in the middle of it all with his tongue out like he’s posing for a magazine.

The evidence speaks for itself

The audacity is breathtaking. The wrapper pieces stuck to his fur really complete the look.

Survey says: guilty as charged

Marcus keeps saying we need to get a trash can with a lid that locks, and I keep saying Biscuit needs to learn self-control. We’re both right, but only one of us is willing to admit defeat to a 72-pound fluff ball. Guess who’s going to Home Depot tomorrow?

The worst part? He knows exactly what he did. Look at that tail wagging in the evidence. Zero regrets. I almost respect it.