The dog

I heard something down the hall and couldn't figure out if it was Robert (who I thought was in the shower) or if the cats were up to something.  It was coming from Trevor's room.

Trevor had left an open bag of Cheetos in his room.  Kota had found it, which was surprising, because I didn't realize she went into our rooms if no one was there.  She began eating Cheetos and got her head stuck in the bag.

I laughed until I cried, calling for Trevor to come see and take a picture.

Poor little dog!  I felt a little guilty that I laughed so hard at her, but her feelings didn't see to be hurt, and her breath smelled better than it usually does.