when Mary was a puppy..i had already been gone (you know when you have to get back..that they can only be good for so long) and Jim called saying he was broke down somewhere and needed me to come..i couldn't load up Tate and Bin, Mary and Sally so i hoped for the best leaving both parents and two sisters for another hour..when i got home..(did i mention they were in the room with a king size water bed???) a down comforter and four down pillows??? oh yeah,,who started it i don't know, but there were wet feathers stuck to everything the floor was an inch deep in water, the dogs were feathered and dripping..and my first thought..absolutely first thought was thank god there is no man here to yell at me..thank god i do not have to hear YOUR DA** DOGS....the more i thought it, the more it was a revelation and i just didn't care..i was happy about that..not the bed but shoot craps happens then you die..i cleaned it up and went on with my life. I loved the dogs and knew they had been in there too long so i didn't blame them..Sally and Mary were under 6 mths old, so somebody just had to play.. i would give anything for a video of who started it..and the pillow fight that followed.