Don't Tell My Husband

Mr. W. is not exactly a friend to our hound. He does not find his antics cute and he forbids us to feed him table scraps (he --the dog--can lick an empty plate, but only as a concession). Mr. W. loathes the idea of wasting people food on the lowly canine. (I have tried pointing out that dogs getting scraps from the Master's table is from the Gospel, to no avail.)

So I suppose it is wicked of me to secretly cheer for the dog when through canine quickness and ingenuity he manages to swipe an entire fat pork chop?