This is Roxy’s guilty look. As you might guess, I see this look often.

Why just this morning as I sat and ate my cereal and checked my email I noticed there was no hound under my feet. I got up and looked around, that’s when I knew she found trouble. When I went up stairs to our bedroom, there she was in the middle of a huge pile of shredded trash. With this same look in her eyes. As if that wasn’t enough, as I cleaned up her mess she ran down stairs and finished my breakfast. I made her sit right in front of me as I yelled and gave her a good talking to. The whole time, this is the look that was on her face, guilt.