Day 110

Exhibit A: Little black plastic chunks.

Exhibit B: Gym Equipment with missing black plastic chunks.

The line up.

I decided to go running on my treadmill today.  I really didn't want to, and I did an awesome job of distracting myself with better things to do for 45 minutes before I finally bit the bullet and determinately walked in the game/gym room.  I had just got the door closed behind me when I saw suspicious black chunks of plastic on the ground.  At that time I noticed that Dog 1 didn't follow me into the room.  I pushed Dog 2 aside (she likes to dramatically flop herself in front of doors and makes herself quite the effective door stop) so that I could open the door to let Dog 1 into the room.  I called Dog 1's name in a normal manner to get him to come when he slinked past me with this guilty look on his face and his tail between his legs.  Seriously, I hadn't even raised my voice.  I had just called his name because I didn't want him roaming the house while I was dying on my 5 mile run. 

So I asked Dog 1, "Did you do something wrong?"

*Guilty face and down cast squinty eyes*

I asked Dog 2, "Did you do something wrong?"

*Blank stare*

Back to Dog 1, "What did you do Dog?"

*Guilty blink and timid tail wag*

At this point I had decided that it was Dog 1's fault and that he was the culprit.  I wasn't really mad, and I wasn't going to discipline either of them no matter which one did it.  It's husband's gym equipment and my treadmill looked just fine.  I sent husband a text with the evidence of this puppy crime.  Husband surprised me by replying that he caught Dog 2 red handed, er, pawed.  I would never have guessed.  Good thing I wasn't mad about it or else the wrong dog would've been in trouble. 

If it's this hard to tell which dog was bad then I can't imagine how difficult it will be to figure out a child crime when the kids can talk and blame each other.  And people ask me why I'm waiting to have kids...