Where are my M&Ms?

A couple days ago I bought a bag of M&Ms to eat at work. I set them on the kitchen counter, and then later I couldn't find them.

I just found them...in the form of sweet-smelling dog vomit all over our stairs. Nice.

Our Dog is Bad

Every time Jackpot goes into our girl's room, she poops and pees. You may think this an exaggeration, but I mean EVERY TIME. It's definitely some sort of mind game she's playing.

We don't generally let her in that room (it's the only room in the house that's off limits, as a matter of fact). In the rare instance that the door's left open, she darts in, does her business, and slinks out.

Of course, it's even more frustrating when it's done at 10:15pm...