Nikon D90

While Mrs and I were out at an informal Euchre tournament, Saturday, we let Pete stay out in the house with Pepper for a few hours. Usually we lock him in a bathroom because he's a terror.

When we got back, we saw that he had found his pro-biotic food stuff - it's a powder that gets sprinkled on his food, and it smells like beef bouillon. He'd ripped a bunch of packets apart. So now we know he can get onto the kitchen counters. Then we saw that he'd found a big bag of cat treats that I'd apparently forgot to lock away. He had dragged the bag across the house, chewed through the bottom of it, and then eaten all the stuff inside.

Sunday morning, when I went to let him out of his room, the floor was covered in broken glass because he had knocked his water dish off the counter.

He's all the things I think of when I talk myself out of getting a dog.