The butter affair

SO, they are get home at about an hour later than they usually do and they are here for 10 minutes to change clothes and leave again. Right before leaving CW gets the butter out of the big black box of food and she and I each have a slice. TR comes in the room and they go. They ended up being gone for an hour and a half. I got hungry and all I had was a bowl full of kibble and a couple of backstraps lying around. I knew that CW had left the butter container on the counter, I could smell the butter. So I helped myself. I was very clean, I left no trace of butter on the floor of the kitchen, nor on the carpet in the living room where I cleaned up the container. After eating the butter I did realize that I would be in trouble though. When they got home I went into an extreme display of "cripple dog" to show that I was sorry. TM was the one who noticed the container on the floor. He told me I was a bad dog. I felt so bad. CW went into the kitchen and did not talk to me at all. This went on for at least 2 minutes before they all hugged me since I had told them I was sorry. TM started calling me "butterbutt" and said that I would have the runs all night. CW didn't seem concerned with that even though she is the one that has to get up out of bed to let me out. I think that she knew that I eat a lot of butter with her all the time and that I would be OK. She got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom before I did. I had no problem with the all fat dinner. They still call me "butterbutt" and laugh all the time though. Its OK, I still love them.