Bad Pets

My pets are BAD.

Luckily I can always (almost) find my sense of humour when I come across something bad that they have done.

Last night was Massey agility night so I needed to cut up some rollover for treats, after placing the dirty cutting board onto the kitchen counter for cleaning later when I got back home, I then proceeded to get my keys from downstairs, when I walked back into the kitchen I found Massey on the counter! all 4 of her! I couldn't believe it, I guess increasing her jump height was not such a good thing?
After a very fun evening of agility, I walked into my home and heard a noise I did not recognize, what was it?
I entered the kitchen to find the freezer part of the fridge open and contents of said freezer strewn about on the floor w/ Rupert and Jack looking very pleased w/ themselves after they had had their buffet.

As if this all was not enough, this morning after finishing blow drying my hair, I notice the dogs are not in the the hallway waiting for me as per usual, what were they up to? where were they?

I guess I had neglected to properly shut my training bag from last night.
A jolly good time was had investigating the contents.





What will they get up to next?