Our dog isn’t allowed in the kitchen. She knows this well but occasionally the smell of something like bacon will drive her over the edge and she will break it. A quick little “hey” causes her to slink away with her tail between her legs. My favorite part, however, is when I’ll be walking towards the kitchen from another part of the house and suddenly she will go scurrying past me with her tail tucked. Punishing herself for a crime I never witnessed.
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