Cub has done something bad. I haven't figured out what he has done, but it is only a matter of time before I find a magazine/book that has been eaten, a food item missing, etc...
When I got home from work yesterday, Cub didn't meet me at the door. Usually he is so excited when people come home that he stands so close to the door you can't open it. And he avoided eye contact. He finally came over to me after being home for about 15 minutes.
You might have hidden the evidence, Cub, but your conscience is ratting you out!
1 comment:
How could that face do anything wrong?
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