A DOG loudly reprimanded for its misbehaviour is gazing up in total incomprehension of what it could possibly have done wrong.
The elderly golden labrador, to whom this has been happening a lot lately, is trying to understand but is just hearing its own name and feeling more hurt and affronted each time.
Donald barked: “But I’m a good dog. You told me I was a good dog. The best dog.
“I took those important papers and hid them in my bed because they were my papers and I wanted them. I might have wanted to play with them, or eat them.
“They’ve got my scent on them now, so they have to be mine. Also I never had them and I don’t like them and I’m definitely not looking at them when you glance away.
“Also, the shit-on-the-bathmat thing and the boning of next-door’s spaniel Stormy were long-time-ago and things long-time-ago are not really real, or maybe?
“You never tell off the cat. It’s an unfair witch-hunt against me, and I’m your favourite dog.”