i stepped inside my abode after work and immediately could tell something was amiss.

the table by the door was in disarray. the shoes were spread about on the floor. i felt that someone besides me had been there.

then, i heard a noise on the steps, and a nose stuck though the stair rail.

it was the farm dog! i must have opened the door to go out after lunch and he ran inside totally unknown to me.

he had helped himself to the trashcan while he was trapped. poor guy.

at least he wasn't bored--he was chilling eating trash and watching the mempool screen.