guilty as charged
This is my constant companion in the kitchen when I’m cooking. Or eating. Or even just opening the fridge.
This big brown dog wanders in and sits patiently, waiting for a scrap of meat or cheese to fall to the floor. Then he’s all over it like a dirty shirt. He also is skilled at being underfoot, no matter which way you turn.
Doesn’t he look guilty? He probably was rummaging around in the garbage when I wasn’t looking. And while we have never fed him human food scraps, the instinct to beg is clearly strong.
He is just but a dog after all.