This is what I found when I came home yesterday. My 50+ year old Ethan Allen pedestal table--ruined, all because a stinkin' Milk Bone slid under there when I was doling out treats yesterday. I didn't have time to move the table before I left, and none of the dogs saw it go under there.
Lesson learned: never underestimate a dog's sense of smell, or his (or her) determination to get to a treat.
I do not love my dogs right now!
