My momma always knew when I was telling a lie. She wouldn’t tell me how until I was married. Turns out my lips turn up too!
What about you? Do you have a poker face or does your guilt shine bright like Denver’s?
My momma always knew when I was telling a lie. She wouldn’t tell me how until I was married. Turns out my lips turn up too!
What about you? Do you have a poker face or does your guilt shine bright like Denver’s?
Poor Denver – he reminded me of our Labrador whose guilt was identical, especially after an entire plate of cheese left unattended on a coffee table – you'd think we'd have known.
Our Labrador reacted just the same way! – she'd never look at you when guilty – especially an enormous plate of cheese left on a coffee table. Thanks for sharing this.
Thanks for the laugh! I can get away with little white lies but they can be so much trouble that I don't bother to tell them anymore.
I have a poker face when it comes to getting angry. I actually didn't know it until I took at training class, and then some things made sense. I had a big blow up with someone — I don't get angry often — and I couldn't figure out why no one even knew I was angry!
Diana, thanks again for the smile/laughter upon seeing the video of poor Denver. I needed that!
Oh goodness!
I've always had a patent on the ultimate anti-poker face (much like poor Denver), but I've learned not put myself in that situation in the first place, luckily! Plus, I'd generally feel too guilty prior to being found out anyway, lol.
Too funny! Not just guilty, but SERIOUSLY guilty!
If I had/have any giveaway traits I can't say, other then that no one has ever informed me that I do. Geez, makes me wonder if I'm a really good liar, and that's not such an admirable trait. Although it did keep me from being sent to the kennel with my tail between my legs :-O
HA HA HA!!! That is precious! And people say dogs don't understand.
I think my mom could tell more often than she let on. She tried to choose her battles.
Aw. Denver!
Our Bailey, now passed, exploited her repentant look as soon as we walked in the door. Always knew what she shouldn't do, and always knew how to make sure we still loved her after she misbehaved.
And then there was the time she ate all the raw burger patties…
I don't know if I had a poker face, but I was believed when I lied, and disbelieved w hen I told the truth. Consistency, at least.
Omigosh I love that video. That dog's guilty face is hilarious. I'd almost have felt too bad to discipline.
I don't think I had many tells when I was a kid, an older kid anyway. I had too good of a poker face. I always assumed it was partly because I was a storyteller (and some of it came from a desire to avoid very enthusiastic punishments). I'm sure I have some tells that the trained eye could detect though. LOL