Trashed

So I missed a great photo op with this story...you will all have to use your imagination. Picture a clean kitchen, with the dishes done and the food from dinner put away...have you got the picture yet? The lights are off, and the kids have finally gone to bed. The only things stirring in the house are myself, and my "sweet" dogs. I was sitting in my comfy chair browsing facebook, when I heard a loud crash come from the kitchen....a crash I have heard many times before, it is the sound that the garbage can makes when it hits the floor. Why do you ask is the garbage can mysteriously tipping over by itself...did gravity fail?...No...I jump out of my chair, stumbling in my fury and thinking to myself as I march into the kitchen that I better slow down before I fall, but too mad to listen to reason. I am on a mission..a mission to spank a very naughty white male dog. I am certain that it is him that has tipped the trash and ran out the doggy door seeking safety from my angry stomping. As I fling the door open, I call his name so he can have moments to regret the tipping...but he is no where to be found...no, instead I am horrified by the sight before me. Picture a small shitzu poodle, trying to look innocent while her snout is stuck in the hamburger wrapper that she pulled from the trash can debri. And as I sit there, staring at my very naughty dog, Koda, the dog I thought had caused the commotion, comes out the door and sits on the step looking at me as if to say.."Well, its about time you figured out who is causing all the trouble in this house."