Manhattan and Juneau

My dogs are the best!
(Even when they’re bad)

Left my lunch on the coffee table as I left for work today and I realized it about 5 minutes later. As I turned around to head back home, “There’s no way my food survived,” was my immediate thought. Sure enough, when I got to the scene of the crime it was all gone. ALL OF IT! 2 sandwiches, a bag of Baked Lays and a small tub of Mac & Cheese… GONE!

As I was picking up the stuff they didn’t eat (bags, tupperware, etc.) I looked at them and they both shot me a slightly tilted head stare. One of those dog stares where you know exactly what they’re thinking. This particular look screamed, “Yeah, so what? We’re dogs. What did you think was going happen, stupid?”

They were right, as usual.

How can I be mad at dogs for eating food they can get their paws on? It’s what they do. Mine, in particular, do it extremely well, and I truly respect their game. So much, in fact, that I laid on my floor for about 15 minutes, playing with them and telling them how awesome they are. As I got up and headed for my front door, I heard a door opening and I knew exactly what was going on…

Juneau and Manhattan were getting into the trash can under the kitchen sink.

My dogs are the best!
(Even when they’re bad)