Yeah, reminds me of my coonhound. He could look soooo guilty and remorseful. He'd sit outside and peek through the dog door waiting for a sign of forgiveness (which didn't take very long, cause he was so darned cute), then blast back in doing happy-circles.

Kirby crimes: taking 9 (yes, 9) cans of cat food outside and chewing holes in them, then sucking out the food... opening the fridge and eating every meat and dairy product he could find (and leaving the door open), and eating an entire blueberry pie that was cooling on the counter.

Dang, I miss that dog.