I had a nice morning doing my errands. I went to the chiropractor and got my back aligned and feel so much better, went to the library (love the library), went to the eye Dr. who gave me good news (my vision is almost 20/20 - my vision has gotten better as I've gotten older), and lastly went to the local megamart for various supplies. Oh, I should have started by saying it's a rainy day so all the dogs had to stay inside while I went on my errands. Okay, so I'm hauling in my first load of goodies (probably not good for my back - the Dr. says I don't know the meaning of working in moderation, but oh well) and what do I see? Hmmm, someone's been in the trash. By the way, we have a garbage can that locks,,,,Haha!! I walk in a little further and I this is the group I see. They all have guilty consciences but there is only one villain. That darn Speedbump is a trash hound. She can unlock the trash can some how and today, she hit pay dirt. Last night I made bite sized fried chicken for a chinese recipe that JP loves and I like to put my flour in a plastic bag to coat the chicken. You can tell what she found in the picture. She tried to act like she was sorry and didn't mean to do it but by the time I took the second picture she was smiling because she figured I hadn't noticed the bag at her feet. Look at Daisy and Corrie, they had guilt written all over them but not as much as Bump. Scoundrel!!!