Me: Tess! Come here..
Reluctantly, slow as a sloth, step by faltering step, she eventually creeps closer. And sits down at a safe distance. Right in the middle of the evidence.
Me: Did you do this?
Short of nodding her head, the signs of guilt could not be clearer.
With a nose as keen as a bloodhound, she had found the tissues in the pocket of my jacket.
Irresistible tissue heaven. She was in a tearing frenzy.
Suddenly it dawned on her that it may not be seen in the same light of delight by her humans.
Shrinking into an invisible ball of fur – or so she thought – she went to sleep, hoping against hope that no-one would notice.
But they did.
How can you be cross for more than two seconds with such an adorable little girl?!