I got a call from Brian last night as I was heading home with G from his football practice. Brian told me that Henry was bad and that he was leaving the mess for me to see...and clean up. G and I spent the drive home trying to guess what sort of trouble Henry got himself into. He is still a puppy after all. We both decided it wasn't an accident in the house because surely Brian would have cleaned that up. We thought maybe he'd knocked my flowers off the table or had gotten into the candy dish. We were wrong!
This is why he just may think his name is "No No Bad Dog!"