Upon returning home after discovering that someone in Arizona had swiped my debit card number and purchased $3000 worth of furniture at Ikea and $52 worth of food at Jack in the Box (the bigger insult I think. How is it even possible to purchase $52 worth of food at Jack in the Box? Did he purchase Jack's costume as a getaway outfit?), I found this:
No, Alice didn't Houdini Hound it and spirit herself out of her crate. We forgot to put her in there. But boy did she remind us of it when we got home. Not pictured here is our bed. Which she peed all over. Some sleuths out there claim that Madison masterminded this flurry of Kleenex destruction. Perhaps she goaded on the impressionable pit to new heights of tissue paper terrorizing. After all, we know the pup has a propensity for maxipads and premium quality tampons...
So, go ahead, we know the deed happened in the Drawing, er, Living Room. Who was it? Colonel Mustard? The saucy Miss Scarlett? The less saucy but very old Dame Madison? Or the puckish Miss Alice? Please don't leave any of those little metal reproductions of revolvers and lead pipes around. I don't want to find them in Alice's after dinner droppings.
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