Note to self: don't forget to take the tied up trash with you again.
I come home and Mr. P was acting guilty. I even petted him for a few minutes and said out loud "Why are you acting like you did something wrong?" I turn around and see, spread throughout the living room, evidence of his naughtiness. I followed the trail into the kitchen. He ran to his kennel before I could say anything. Mr. Puggle Naughty Dog...