Bad dog. Very bad dog.

So....Rob and I left Baby at home for a few hours yesterday afternoon while we went out with some friends. Upon our return, Rob entered the house while I lagged behind in the garage. Tipped off by Rob's repeated refrain of, "Oh, no. OH, no. OH, NO!", I knew SOMETHING very bad must have transpired in our absence. Here is the scene we were greeted with:

And here's the culprit...

Turns out, yours truly left the baking goods cabinet open before leaving the house, and Baby...well, I guess she just could resist. I don't even want to think about how much sugar and flour she ate, but I know for a fact that she ate almost an entire bag of chocolate chips. (I frantically called the vet to make sure she didn't need to have her stomach pumped or something - large amounts of chocolate can be toxic to a dog). Turns out she was just fine - she got most of it out of her system by leaving us a giant pile of barf to clean up along with everything else.

I was LIVID when I saw the mess and calculated how long it would take to clean it all up. I was a few minutes into sweeping, though, when I just gave in started to laugh. How could I not, after looking into these adorable guilty eyes?