I was trying to tell you politely to stop baking those awful bran muffins! | Dog Shaming My name is Charlie and I eat the thumbs off of oven mitts.
“Mama, stop baking. Play with me instead. Woof!”, he said.
I think this is his way of expressing displeasure for lacking opposable thumbs. It looks like the fingers have plenty of drippings, too, yet remain untouched. Hmmm.
The mind of a pooch,
We hoomins will never figure out how it works.