Nay-sayers will routinely claim the dog is only reacting submissive to your behavior, because they can't even remember they did something forbidden.
Except my dog would hide and act extremely ashamed before I had any idea he trashed something.
I would have to look around the house to find the damage when comming home to my dog do his ''so ashamed I want to become invisible'' act. ( As in, he would give-himself away by acting weird. )
My cat liked to lick the gravy and such off dirty dishes, so he would climb up on the countertop to do it - a place where he knew I did not allow him to be.
One night, it's 3AM and I get up for a glass of water. I hear a thud in the kitchen that I know is him jumping down off the counter. In that moment, I know what he was doing, I know that he has heard me coming, and I know that he is fleeing from the scene of his crime.
I enter the kitchen and he is nowhere to be seen. I get my glass of water, and he walks up to me to headbutt my legs. He thinks I don't know.
I look at the dishes - covered in little slurp-patterns, and before I can even turn to look at him again he fucking BOLTS out of the room, because he knows I know.
That cat is a dumbass in many ways - there are lots of concepts that doesn't understand at all, but he understands the concept rules, and of lying.
Nay-sayers will routinely claim the dog is only reacting submissive to your behavior, because they can't even remember they did something forbidden.
Except my dog would hide and act extremely ashamed before I had any idea he trashed something.
I would have to look around the house to find the damage when comming home to my dog do his ''so ashamed I want to become invisible'' act. ( As in, he would give-himself away by acting weird. )
My cat liked to lick the gravy and such off dirty dishes, so he would climb up on the countertop to do it - a place where he knew I did not allow him to be.
One night, it's 3AM and I get up for a glass of water. I hear a thud in the kitchen that I know is him jumping down off the counter. In that moment, I know what he was doing, I know that he has heard me coming, and I know that he is fleeing from the scene of his crime.
I enter the kitchen and he is nowhere to be seen. I get my glass of water, and he walks up to me to headbutt my legs. He thinks I don't know.
I look at the dishes - covered in little slurp-patterns, and before I can even turn to look at him again he fucking BOLTS out of the room, because he knows I know.
That cat is a dumbass in many ways - there are lots of concepts that doesn't understand at all, but he understands the concept rules, and of lying.