Oh Nadia! Really?
SO I wake up at 3am...to a noise unfamiliar to me and of course have to assume it is one of my animals up to no good.
I go in the living room in the pitch black called darkness....and as soon as I turn the corner, here comes Miss Nadia, scampering away and to the bedroom. I go back to bed. Mistake.
Just get back to sleep and I hear it again. Up, check, scampering Miss Nadia.
Turn on a light long enough to see a mess. Shake my head, turn off the light and back to bed. This time I make sure both dogs are in my room and lock the baby gate.
This morning I realize the full extent of her snacking delight....
My brother has a trash can next to his recliner. It was empty, it's contents strewn about the living room to look as if someone had the best party ever. Wrappers everywhere, papers, discarded mail, and containers clean as a whistle, from one end of the room to the other.
She goes up to my brother, rests her head in his lap and looks up at him as if to say she's sorry.....or to thank him for the midnight snack.