No treats for you bad doggy

I was out for about five hours late in the afternoon, evening on Sunday and returned to find Toby the Jack Russell playing in this mess. He pulled a bag with a puzzle in it off the footlocker, chewed the bag open and shook all the pieces out. And from the looks of all the hair, he then wallowed all over his accomplishment.

Bad dog ... Bad dog ... But I guess he's done worse things -- as some of you may remember.

I'm off to vacuum up some dog hair.