What a lovely pic, Maw!
Our first dog (RIP, 🐶) certainly knew when he’d been a Very Bad Boy.
I once left a dish of cold chicken pieces on the kitchen island (as I thought, out of reach) while I nipped to the shop (a quick walk away) for onions.
Came back to find the dish gone. Thought I was going mad - looked in the oven and fridge, etc., in case I’d put it there. No sign.
Eventually found both the empty dish (licked clean) and the dog (looking extremely guilty) curled up under the table.
To be entirely fair, it was largely my own fault for leaving such temptation under his nose, so to speak.