So. Sean informed me that Pickles got at his empty take-out container for hotwings. The bones themselves had been trashed, but for some reason the container was still in our house? Why!!?? Why do we still have an empty fucking foam container on the counter? And how the hell did our BEAGLE get to it? Beagles are short, but they are crafty. So, here are my theories.
Jesus said, "Rise, Pickles, for you are chosen amongst dogs." And Jesus lifted Pickles up. And she found noms. And it was good.
Pickles "Mission Impossible"ed herself upon the counter using Jeremy Renner and a series of complicated pulleys. This is my optimum situation because that means that Jeremy Renner is hanging out in my house somewhere! I just need to find him.
Or it was probably, "Hey, if I stick this box up here, the dog won't go for it." And she jumped higher than a beagle should.
This dog is *not* just a dumb girl. If there is any sort of food-ish thing within reach, she will find it. I'm convinced that she's plotting our deaths as we speak. Pickles might look cute and innocent, but she is not. She stares just a little too intently.
Seriously, she's staring at me and I don't know what to doAOU0[28U324OIJOLJEFWERFSDSAFASFASDFKJHKJLKJHKLJHASFDJHKLJ
SARA IS STOPUD WANT FUDS. PICKLES IS FOREFER XHAMPTION OF DIGS. TRIBYUTS DEKYCVER TO HOUXSE. hATE KYBORD. kYBORD BAD, FEED PIX GOOD. TREATS.
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