|My dramatic reenactment of the escape.|
And it was a good thing I got through, because on the other side of the gate there was a canvas bag full of plastic baggies that I could tell needed to be dealt with. They hadn't learned their lesson from when I chewed up their box and threw them all around the room. So I had to do it. Again.
|You mess with me, you end up like these bags.|
|All of this destruction makes a puppy tired.|