And this:
And this:
This didn't even count the $30 worth of spices that he dumped out onto his bedroom floor the day before (including a $15, 1.75 oz. bottle of cardamom), or the foot powder he also dumped all over my bedroom (which I didn't find until later), or the poop on the porch (of which I simply could not bring myself to take a picture), which the dog ate so he had to be confined to the back room for the night. Our dogs are just too lick-y to get away with eating poop and then staying in the general vicinity of humans. Especially when they eat human poop. Especially when we have to watch them eat human poop. I think I will have flashbacks about that for years to come.
And here is the culprit, in all his red-haired, underweared glory:
Yeah, I know. They're just too cute to stay mad at them for long. To be honest, I wasn't really mad. I was going to be, until pink-markered Samson walked into the room while I was surveying the powder mess. You can't even pretend to be mad when you're cracking up.
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I was moaning in sympathy until I saw the pink dog. And then I was just laughing! It was just too funny!
LOL!!!
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