Got home from running our errands tonight and found the pantry door open... wide. No light was on, but the door was curiously open.
Midnight was nowhere in sight, either.
Upon closer examination, I noticed that there was some activity in our pantry... light or no light. And once she heard us, she came toddling out of the pantry looking quite satisfied. It appeared that Midnight had found her dog food.
You know, that dog is as dumb as a nail. All that wonderful food in the pantry... and Midnight found her kibble to get in to. Like she doesn't automatically get that every night anyway...
Pantry door is now shut tight and we headed off to bed... and I suddenly stopped short in my tracks. One lone candy bar wrapper was on the floor next to Midnight's bed. Ten to one, the kibble snatching was just a cover. I think my dog really has a sweet tooth.
And the next time there's a Reese's peanut butter egg wrapper lying around... I'll just blame Midnight. She'll cover for me. And rummage through her kibble again.