The In-Laws = 3.5/10. It just sucked. It had moderately funny moments, but overall ick.
I'm a very lucky gal right now. I didn't get home until around 7:45 last night. When I opened my apartment door, the first thing I noticed was a big glob of dog vomit. Wonderful! Next, I looked on my loveseat where I saw my newly purchased travel-size pack of Advil and its CONTENTS chewed. The Advil were sucked just until the candy coating came off, chewed a little, and then spit out. By the time I came upon two more puke patches it occurs to me that I'm 99.9% sure I put that Advil on TOP of the refrigerator that morning. How did she? I dunno, but here's my theories (ok, two are really Doug's, but whatever):
A) It's a known fact that Shelby can climb on the bar and countertops. Doug once caught her in the act and I'm starting to come home to find things that were on my bar on the floor. From the counter, it's possible that she could get on the microwave and S-T-R-E-T-C-H to reach the container if they were that close. I doubt this, though, because Doug and me didn't see any paw marks on the silver platter that was sitting on top of the microwave.
B) Maybe I sat the container on the fridge such that it rolled onto the floor.
C) Maybe she rammed up against the fridge in such a way to make the package roll off.
The girl is fine.
I knew minpins were super curious when I got her. This experience has taught me that I really need to clean my apartment and keep it that way. I might lose a dog over it. Oh yeah, and apparently it's taught me that child-proof doesn't mean dog proof.