The tail wagged a welcome and the tongue lolled excitement, but the head swiveled back to the mess.
A chewed up slipper lay dead by the remnants of the morning’s newspaper.
The throw from the couch draped itself over spilled dog food, one corner deep at drink from the water bowl.
Wet soil from the tipped over planter paw-printed itself on the floor, the forbidden-to-jump-on cream-colored loveseat, the rug.
The pooch looked around as if to find another culprit.
He yipped hopefully. Maybe you didn’t see …?
When subterfuge failed, the penitent tucked tail and proceeded to ‘hide’ behind the sheer curtain.
A moment passed.
A nose peeked out, a rueful paw over one eye.
“Are you maybe not mad anymore, person of mine?”
For The Daily Post