So a couple weeks ago, I was watching TV and eating some Tostitos and Salsa (my favorite). I finished the bag, but didn't want to get up yet, so I just put it on the floor. Somehow it got underneath the end table and I forgot all about it. I ended up leaving for awhile, came home, let the dogs back downstairs, and sat on the computer. Next thing you know I hear this *crunch crunch crunch* and a bag rustling around. I'm like... okay... what the heck, so I get up to check on the dogs. They both were staring at me like "Who me? I've done nothing." and I didn't see anything out of place, so I just sat back down. A few minutes later I heard the same thing again. I got back up and got the same look. I was starting to question my sanity. So finally I hear it again and I just decided I'm going to bed, so I say "Okay boys, lets go to bed!" and I start to walk towards the stairs only to notice that Smokey is beside me and Chip isn't, so I start calling Chip's name and he doesn't come, which is unusual for him. Finally I see his little butt under the end table... he's literally IN the tostito's bag licking up the crumbs with his tail going about 100 mph. His little butt was only hanging out of the bag about an inch. Finally I said "Chip!" and he ran out of the bag and tried to give me the innocent look. I just couldn't help but laugh. He's so silly!
