So, after all the big people go to sleep, Izzy makes the rounds of the house, nosing through the garbage and chewing up bits of paper. The very best stuff that he finds, he hides under Chloe's bed.
A few days ago I decided to get a head start on making the kids lunch, and left the homemade cookies in baggies on the table. After it was dark, Izzy hopped up on the table and munched through the plastic to the chewy, oatmealy (is that a word) goodness. He left the bags under Chloe's bed, because he couldn't reach the trash bin I suppose.
Now we have a very sad puppy because he's banned to the outside at night. Poor Izzy.
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