but it's so crunchy...

The pups snagged a bag of chips off of the kitchen counter while we were at work today and Sweetie cleaned up the remains of the packaging when he came home from work.  A few hours later the sound of plastic rustling starts emanating from the bedroom.  I get up to investigate and find Freya, otherwise known as The Good Dog, standing in the middle of the remains of the chip bag and other food packaging all strewn across her bed.  We don't even know where she found the cheese wrapper.  So now she's all sulky and because I confiscated all of the goodies.