When Josie was still a pup, she would unravel the toliet paper and make a big mess. Peter (Dad) would get so mad at her and put her outside. She would have to stay outside for an hour or so.
My poor little butterball would just cry & cry. It would be so hard to have to hear her that after a few times the kids and myself would run in the house before Peter would come in and clean up the mess before he would walk in and see it.
We like to refer to it as team work *wink*