Who Me?

Once, long ago, when I left a puppy named Bentley for too many hours in the company of his "baby sitters" named George and Lucy, I came home to what looked like a "raid" on the pantry. There was food everywhere--popped bags of pretzels, microwave popcorn, red jello powder walked into the floor boards--you get the picture.

I knew who did it, of course but when I asked the assembled parties, their reaction was very similar to the above!