Last night I went down in the basement to scrub out the Kat's sandy box.Originally Posted by ramanth
Cinder nosed open the door and came down - acting "worried".
Stuck near me like Velcro Dawg. Didn't want to follow me back upstairs.
Back upstairs ~ I hear "plastic crinkling" noises
Bowser is standing in the puter room - lookingand surrounded by
scattered cardboard from the recycling box...
I trace the sound ...
To SMOKEmutt!
Lost in NawTeeNess - under the dining room table ...
tearing his way into an EMPTY 35# heavy plastic Dawg Krunch bag that he'd
pulled out of the recycling box!
His head was inside the bag - *lickin* the bag for what Krunch Dust he could find.
I got a *butt smack* and a BAD Dawg! in before he knewI was there!
So much for the "Good Child" in the Family!
He got a 10 minute Time Out in the corner.
WHAT gets into them????
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I was there!
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She ripped up stuff the week before that when she was at my house also. 
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