My husband had just finished gnoshing on a Subway sandwich. He threw the remains in the garbage and took off to go do whatever he does.
Two seconds later, our German Shepherd, Schultz, stuck his big black snoot in the garbage to investigate.
"Schultz," I said. "Get out of the garbage!"
He gave me one of his looks. I gave him one of mine.
He walked away. I figured that was the end of it. I went off to do my work. A couple minutes later, I heard a funny ripping noise. I went to the kitchen to investigate. Sure enough, Schultz was tearing apart the Subway wrapper, trying to get at the sandwich.
I grabbed that thing from him. "No, Schultz!"
I threw it in the garbage and gave him another look. I kept an eye on him for a few minutes, then went back to my work.
Three minutes later, he was at it again.
He gave me a pathetic look with his soulful brown eyes and marched off to his crate. Now he's in jail.
So I don't know what the problem was. Either I don't make mean enough faces, or he just really likes Subway sandwiches with turkey, pepperjack cheese, lettuce, tomato, mayo, salt, and pepper!