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Me and my old roommate used to do this, only a lot less technologically advanced. We would just grab a 12 pack and pretend like we were leaving and just sit outside the house until we finished the 12 pack. Then try and look through the window to see if he was getting into shit. If he was, we would just yell at him to stop.
Nothing funnier than watching a dog try to figure out where you are, especially when he knows what he's doing is wrong. He would freak the fuck out, but putting the idea that you are a god and always watching made him one of the best dogs I've ever lived with.
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