One time, when my friend and I were returning to her house, I was the first one to come in, except that I couldn’t because her very large dog was blocking the doorway and holding a bag in his mouth. Apparently he had been overcome by temptation while we were away and ate the bread in that bag. Now he was confessing and he didn’t get out of the way until his owner came, scolded him a little, and told him to go stay in his time-out corner.