Bad Dog

I know it's my fault. I shouldn't have left the door to the dishwasher open. But when I came home from lunch, I found this:

Not one, not two, buy THREE empty tupperware containers laying in Ava's bed. Now, if she doesn't want to be blamed for stuff, she really shouldn't stash the evidence in her own bed!

I called her name and saw the covers move on the couch, but she didn't come out. She knew she was in trouble. I called her name again, until she calmly stuck her head out, seeming to say, "I really have no idea what you are yelling about. I was right here the whole time."

"And boy, that leftover cheese dip was yummy..."