Let’s set the scene: silence. Which, if you know dogs, is rarely a good sign. I walk into the room and there it is—evidence. A shredded paper towel roll, suspicious muddy paw prints, and one very guilty German Shepherd pretending to be invisible on the couch.

“Abbi…”

Her ears droop. She won’t make eye contact. Suddenly the floor is very interesting. And then it happens—the slow, dramatic flop followed by the full-body pout. Chin on the ground. Big, sad eyes. A heavy sigh like she is the one who’s been wronged.

You’d think we took away her birthday.

Now, let’s be clear—she knows what she did. And she also knows that pouting is her secret weapon. One look at that face and I’m already second-guessing whether the mess was really that bad.

She might get into a little mischief now and then, but that dramatic pout? It’s pure Abbi. And honestly… it works every time.