I am the pack leader

I have dogs, and they're good dogs. Well, one of them is a good dog, the other...not so much. But all in all, they're well-behaved, great-tempered dogs.

(Good Dog & Bad Dog)

Because my canines are good canines, and Hubs and and I are DEFINITELY the pack leaders, Good Dog & Bad Dog do everything we tell them to, and never disobey the rules.

Never.

So even though one of our rules is NO DOGS ON THE FURNITURE, and even though when I leave in the morning my living room looks like this:

And when I come home it looks like this:

I'm positive my dogs have nothing to do with it. Weird. I blame the Chupacabra.