I got home tonight to find that Buster had unscrewed a jar of peanut butter and eaten half of it, and ripped open a package of hamburger buns and eaten two of them. (Sophie probably helped with the eating part, but I have no doubt Buster was to blame for the destruction, because Sophie is not remotely smart enough to open a jar.)
Naughty puppy. He’s lucky I love him so much. Especially because I suspect I’ll be dealing with some interesting poop for the next 12 hours or so.