After a rough day at work—a Friday, no less—I came home to find that my Huckleberry had torn down a solidly locked baby gate, ripped through the garbage can (containing five days of coffee grinds) and pulled baking flour out of the cabinet.
After a rough day at work—a Friday, no less—I came home to find that my Huckleberry had torn down a solidly locked baby gate, ripped through the garbage can (containing five days of coffee grinds) and pulled baking flour out of the cabinet.