A few nights back we went to my parents' house to hang with the family.  Since our pack is still in the "chew everything" phase, we locked them outside.  What a ruckus.  "How dare you go to Nana and Pawpaw's without us".  After a while things quieted down, and we thought they were just playing together.  Oh, how naive.

After a bit of time, we decided the pack had been too quiet for too long and returned home to check on them.  When we arrived, the pack, previously locked outside, greeted us at the door, oh so happy to see us.  It looked like a frat party had taken place in our absence. 

Our doorknobs have thumb tabs you press, not knobs you turn.  That's important, because the dogs figured out how to open the doors.  They let themselves in and Jericho took all of toilet paper from all of the bathrooms and TP'ed the house and the yard.  At 2020 prices, we could have paid the mortgage with confetti he made.

It's late, it's cold and we're ready for bed, but instead we're walking the house and yard with a trash bag cleaning up.  The rule that applies to children also applies to dogs: when they get quiet, you better check on them.