So, we left the house for – literally – 45 minutes.
We came home to find that our darling puppy had eaten a good half a bag of sour cream-and-onion chips, four mini apple turnovers; gotten into my makeup and decided my brushes needed to be washed (read: chewed)…and pulled down a box of cooking wine from the counter and hidden it (I kid you not – she hid it) in the living room.
To get to the potato chips she had to get past a bulk pack of toilet paper which we’d deliberately set on the counter, and that box of wine.
Evidently our attempts to protect the chips failed, miserably.
She’s looking at me now with that “Whuuuut? You din gimme no Funyuns!!!!!!” look on her face.
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If I recall you had a distaste for those chips (earlier blog post) this might be good thing lol
Oh she got into EVERYTHING that day lol…little sod she is!