So while I was out planning my big adventure for my hooky day from work, the dogs had their own party tonight.
I came home to find that one of them--Murphy--took a whole bottle of olive oil off the counter, carried it to his dog bed, and proceeded to crush and/or puncture the bottle, consuming all of the oil that did not actually leak into the dog bed itself.
Did I mention recently that I hate this dog?
A whole bottle. Popeye the freaking sailor didn't eat that much... Nope. Not gonna go there.