Naughty, Naughty

During the week, Paul and I usually wake up together around 7am. I hop in for a quick shower while Paul takes Macie, our boxer, on a jog around the neighborhood.  Macie has boundless energy, so for the sake of our house, this run is a necessity. Without it, I never know what surprise awaits me when I get home from work!

This morning after the run, we let Macie out to run some more in the backyard. Minutes later when Paul went to let her in, he asked me to come take a look at "my dog." This is never a good sign. Here's what we found:

In a matter of minutes, Macie had managed to find a tennis ball, dig up a flower bed, and cover herself in dirt. What a pain in the butt!

There's no way I can be mad. Look at her face! I just had to capture the naughtiness.

                                                                                                                           Can you really blame me?