
Imagine coming home after a long day at work… only to find your crate of watermelons looking like a zombie buffet.
Each melon bore a suspiciously similar biteādeep, deliberate, and oddly methodical. Someone clearly had a snack attack. But who?
The Prime Suspect? Too Quiet, Too Sweet
Sitting in the hallway, avoiding eye contact, was the familyās golden retriever. Sweet, fluffy, and a little too still.

You know the lookāthe āI didnāt do it, but I totally didā stare. Eyebrows raised. Tail? Nowhere in sight.
The Interrogation Begins
As the camera zooms in, the question mark might as well be floating above the pupās head. āWho, me?ā the face says. āI would never!ā

But the growing evidenceāand the bite marks that matched a certain snoutāpaint a juicier story.
The Final Clueā¦

And then, the smoking gun: a peek inside the pupās mouth reveals… watermelon. A chunk of green rind stuck between those pearly whites. Game over, buddy.
The Watermelon Bandit has been caught mid-munch.
A Crime of Passion, Not Malice

Sure, the melons are ruined. But can you really stay mad at that face?
Probably not. This golden retriever mightāve caused a fruity fiascoābut at least they did it with style.