Get off of my back!

The front door clicked open.

The moment it did, Iggy knew he was caught.

The small Boston Terrier sat perfectly still in the middle of the living room, trying his absolute hardest to look innocent. Unfortunately for him, the evidence was everywhere.

Dog food was scattered across the floor like confetti. An overturned bag sat torn open near the kitchen, its contents spread from one room to the next. Empty treat containers littered the carpet, some crushed, some suspiciously buried under couch cushions in what was clearly a failed attempt to hide the crime.

And floating near the ceiling was a sandy paw-shaped platform.

A piece of The Fool.