Ginger's Day in the Pantry

This morning was South Main's monthly date to serve at SEARCH, so I left early--even before Ben left for work. When I arrived home, seven hours later, I found a mess in the house. We've been leaving Ginger uncrated lately so that she has access to water while we're gone. That works fine as long as we limit her access to the usual trash cans that she likes getting into. But there's a first time for everything, I suppose, and today was her first foray into the pantry, which had been left ajar. We store our salty snacks at floor level in the pantry, and she helped herself to a bag of Ritz chips, then she got adventurous and pulled out a large box of powdered milk, proceeding to shred the foil wrapper encasing it and chew through the cardboard to get to the powder. It took me a while to figure out what it was, lying there on the floor with no product markings on it.






I'm guessing that I interrupted her party, since there were four more partial bags of chips and three boxes of cereal intact inside the pantry. Wonder of wonders, there was only one "accident" on the carpet for me to clean up, but I did have to vacuum and mop the kitchen floor, lest we have sticky milk residue everywhere.



Sorry, Ginger, it's back to the crate routine for you, old girl!