We came home this evening to discover that the dog (hard call anything that weighs 55 pounds a puppy) has gotten into something else she wasn't supposed to.
Youngest bought a tie dye kit yesterday. Made the mistake of leaving it on the couch. We came home to discover Aibhne had gotten into it.
She. Opened. The. Box.
As in tore off the little tab thingie, opened the lid and pulled out the four squeeze bottles, the CD, the instructions and the bag of soda ash. Apparently the bad of soda ash was tasty. Or smelled good. It was torn open in two places and about a quarter of it dumped on the carpet behind the couch.
Plus she pooped.
Is it too late for puppy reform school? I'd call the Dog Whisperer or some such guru but they'd probably run screaming from the scene.
I'm about ready to declare open season on all Lab/Rhodesian Ridgeback/whatever mixes. (She's so short. There has to be something else in there. )