How Do They Do It?

My dogs are out of control. Officially.

Yesterday we came home and a book was shredded. I took a deep breath and asked Chris what it was and since he wasn't being helpful I grabbed it and it was Sedaris, again. The same book not another one of his novels. I put it on a shelf with approximately 20 other books and pushed it in as I would any other book. I thought I'd just keep it and laugh about it later. Some how Buster picked it out of the other books, grabbed it and continued to tear it up. How is this possible?

How is it also possible for him to get a hold of something in a slot that's not taller than the top of the slot? Without knocking it over! It's like he's got an opposable thumb or he's secretly or an aye aye and kabobed the hidden dvd.

Then the little shit waited until Chris left for work last night and I was in the office downloading music and got into the kitchen trash. I actually smacked him on the butt. I immediately felt guilty and apologized but he was already mad at me for hitting him. Sigh. This is my life. They may be headed back to their crates.