Little Brown Guilty-as-Guilty-Can-Be

She had gotten in the trash and scattered it everywhere. I pointed to the mess and firmly said, Cheyenne, bad dog. She melted. Blinking and squinting her eyes and putting her ears so flat and far back that they all but disappeared at the back of her head.



She couldn't even bear to look at me, she was so ashamed.



She got down on her side, all passive, full of caution in her face and pleading for forgiveness in her eyes. Her ears still back flat, hoping maybe I'd somehow confuse her for a little brown seal that just happened to wander into the room.



And not a minute later, total boredom with her mea culpa.