In the doghouse

Florence, that is. Not that she looks the slightest bit bovvered here, does she?

While I was out briefly this morning Florence sniffed out the doggy treats that were in the pocket of my raincoat hanging on the banister. In her excitement she had ripped open the pocket and torn the fabric of the coat...and of course, eaten the contents. 

Extra (specially for Nanzy)   -   Snoopy in her other favourite place