Growing up, my family had three dogs. Every once in a while we would come home and discover that one of them had left a present on the living room carpet. And by present, I mean shit. It was always easy to determine which one of the dogs pooped on the floor. It was always the one cowering behind the furniture with a guilty look on its face. There’s no mistaking a dog that knows it’s in trouble. His ears are lowered, his tail is tucked between his legs, and he won’t make eye contact. And you would be furious if it wasn’t so adorable. That dopey look of shamed embarrassment will melt your heart every time. Humans might pretend that they are in charge, but dogs have us well trained.
Critically Rated at 13/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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