He appears strikingly unapologetic.

Last Saturday, my neighbor’s dog, Rufus, decided that my freshly planted flower bed was his personal playground. I caught him mid-dig, dirt flying everywhere, as he buried his favorite chew toy beneath my prized daisies. When I confronted him, he paused, looked me straight in the eye, and wagged his tail as if to say, “What’s the problem? This is my version of landscaping!”
It was hard to stay mad at a dog who looked so proud of his work. The way he strutted around the yard, kicking up dirt like a tiny four-legged construction worker, made me laugh despite my frustration. I mean, who knew flowers were just a decorative accessory to a dog’s quest for a good spot to hide a toy? In the end, I gave up and let him keep his “garden,” because let’s face it—Rufus was clearly living his best life, and I was just the hapless human trying to keep up with his antics.