duped

Maddi was being unusually well behaved the other night in an impromptu photoshoot.

Usually when I shove the camera in her face, it's barking, whining and avoidance. Not that night. I couldn't believe my luck.

Then I discovered why. This is the scene that greeted me in the other room. Complete destruction of the trash bag I had sitting by the back door.

At first, I looked around for a raccoon or some other invader. Maddi hasn't torn anything up since she was about 3. She's 10 now. Anything for the casted off remnants of a burger, I guess.

And I had just vacuumed. Of course, right?

Oh well. Guilty pictures are better than no pictures at all.