I have this picture (I took for proof because I KNEW my hubby wouldn't believe me) that reminds me of this. When we lived in the apt we used to keep the crate in the upstairs bedroom/loft. During the summer Scott had longer hours than me bc I only taught summer school. So I came home and I heard barking from close which was weird...and I look up the stairs and there is Bandit. I was like "how did you get out"
"Is Scott home early?" But no, Scott hadn't closed the crate all the way and Bandit had an ENTIRE day to chew up the contents of our bathroom garbage can....man does he love toilet paper. There were pee spots and and a pile of poo and TP EVERYWHERE. He looked so guilty in the picture I took....
Hilarious!
