guilty.

i love my pups. anyone who knows me, knows that. but i swear at times, they come close to being shipped to their grandfathers in b'ham for a "stay-cation". paul and i left for a nice dinner last night, bella locked in her crate and riley in the bedroom (unfortunately, we have deemed this necessary from previous experience). fast forward five hours and those dumb pups greeted us at the front door when we got home...both of them. someone please tell me how that dog got out of her crate. and then someone please tell me how they both proceeded to get out of my shut bedroom door. it's a mystery. oh and in case you were wondering...they had a blast while we were gone. multiple highlighters, pens and pencils lost their lives...along with my trash bag and a half-empty box of cheez-its (i'm pretty sure we interrupted the assualt on the ipod when we opened the front door, thank goodness). needless to say, after a humane-beating (she still wags her tail while being spanked with the various destroyed products she chews) this is where they spent the remainder of their night...

guilty as charged (and by association, riley)

here's just a few of the previous experiences that have won bella a full-time stay in her crate while we are away.