The day when George was naughty.

George is naughty lots, but it doesn't usually involve a bag of flour, so doesn't usually justify discussion.

Here is what is left of a lovely bag (possibly James') of wheaten flour:

Here is George, looking innocent:

Here is the lounge:

Here is some more of the lounge:

The pillow is green. You'll notice on the corner of the table, those are remotes for the VCR and DVD player, I still haven't found the amp or TV remotes.

Here are someone's pawprints, all over the kitchen counters, looking for things I guess. He protests his innocence, but it wouldn't take the CSI team to figure out who did it.

Some more of those paw prints, this time on one of the lovely leather sofas.

And here, paw prints all through the flour all over the floor, notice the pizza box he managed to get hold of, and the box for a nice new nokia phone.

To whichever flatmate it was that a) left their rubbish on the kitchen counter, instead of putting it in the doggie proof bin the cupboard, and b) let the dog out of his room, then left him completely unsupervised.

Well.

Thanks a hell of a lot.