Lying Dogs

My dogs lie about food. Some mornings roommate gets up and feeds the dogs while I’m still asleep. When I walk into the kitchen a bit later, I ask, “You guys been fed?” I am confronted by four we-haven’t-eaten-in-a-week-mom starving dog faces attached to frantically wiggling and barking dog
bodies, even though they only ate fifteen minutes earlier.

Oppie and Dylan lie for each other. If I come home to find that they’ve gotten into something, with shredded evidence on the floor, I’ll stand next to it and in my most officious voice say “Who did this?” Both of them slink out of the room. (Ok, I know there’s another explanation here, but it
sure looks like they’re covering for each other!)