My dogs are such crazies sometimes. Although it's not always their fault.
The day after Christmas we had a birthday party to attend...we left the house around 3 p.m.
Dinner for doggies is at 4 p.m. and they rarely let us go past that time.
We did not make it home until after 8 p.m.
Can you guess what happened? :)
An entire bottle of whiskey was broken on the kitchen floor...we think they knocked it over getting to the bread and bagels on the kitchen counter. Which they ate in their entirety.
The living room was scattered with plastic and paper from the box of chocolates they had opened and eaten.
It's our fault, we know. We also know that we are lucky to have such big dogs who have fairly tough stomachs because between the alcohol and the chocolate most dogs would have been on their way to the emergency room.
Yesterday morning they also managed to get a hold of more chocolates that were on the counter. We're slow learners apparently.
The bread and bagels are now on top of the refrigerator.