It Pays to Listen to That Little Voice

Recently our son and daughter-in-law came up for a visit with their two boxers.  I had needed to do some baking, so I had a bag of flour sitting on the counter waiting to refill my canister.  As I got the house ready for their visit, I thought to myself that I should probably move the flour, but got busy and didn't get to it. 

Note:  Exibit A

One morning we left to go watch our son in a cyclocross race.  We had a little surprise when we got back.

The scene of the crime:

The mug shot (guilty but not remorseful):

 

Note the white paw print on the carpet.  Next time I will pay attention to that little voice when it tells me to move something. :-)