Freddie, seen at left in a picture my daughter made, fits that description to a T.
He stayed with us while our daughter and her hubby went to Germany for Christmas. One day my Darling Hubby baked a frozen deep dish pizza for lunch.
He placed it on a round serving board on the kitchen island and cut it into slices. I had a slice. He had two. I went back to my office, knowing he would handle the leftovers.
When I returned to the kitchen, the pizza was gone so I figured he had stored the leftover pizza in the fridge.
At lunch time the next day, I suggested we warm the pizza left from the day before. He frowned. "There was no pizza left yesterday."
I frowned too. "You mean you ate all of that?"
"No, I had only 2 pieces."
My frown changed to surprise. "I had only 1 piece." Our eyes met. Then we looked down at Freddie who was standing next to me. (If we're in the kitchen, he's always right there with us. The kitchen is his favorite room in our house, and in his own home too. Now I know why."
If a dog could have a guilty expression, Freddie had one. Slowly and silently, he left the kitchen, slinking away to his bed in front of the fireplace in the living room. We followed him. I said his name. He wouldn't look at me. I mean he literally turned his head away every time I tried to make eye contact.
We could only laugh. I swear he knew what we were talking about, and he knew he'd done something wrong. Fortunately, it didn't make him sick.
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So, yeah. Freedie is our god of frolic because even when he does something he shouldn't, we can't help but laugh.
I love his reaction to being caught out!
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