Bad Dog! Bad Dog!

Last night while I was checking the last post with Jeff, I heard a banging and ripping noise. At first I thought it was nothing and then I remembered that the windows were open down stairs. In Elsas defense, it is the first week in July and she does something like this every year, fire works scare the poop out of her. So that being said: I ran down the stairs and found that Jeff's half crippled dog had ripped the screen to shreds and gotten herself high centered in one of the windows. She is old and neurotic and I just have to keep telling myself that it could be worse.