It's in the bag

It's never good when the dogs aren't at the door when we get home. It means they're into something. Today it was the trash. (Note to self, remember to close the pantry!)

There was no denying the main culprit today:


They were into the bag of dog food too. So now he really looks like a little sausage. A sausage all bagged up and ready to go.

Still, it's not as bad as last spring when we came home to this:


That was the last time we tried keeping throw pillows. Especially feather ones. (I still find stray feathers in the house.)

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Speaking of getting into stuff, what is it with babies and dishwashers? He climbs into it now.