mr. slurking by the foundation under the evergreens. i know when he's zoning in on something of potential disgust. when he hides and then looks at me with eyes tilted up innocently guilty.
he didn't eat his breakfast and then zoned in on a pile of grits and strawberries on the sidewalk which i convinced him to forgo for a half a banana. 
by the second walk he was avid for illicit street treats again.