So, years ago the dogs punched out the screen from the back screen door. Which I actually ended up liking, it's a handy half-door I can lean out and check on them and take pictures and reward from inside and stuff like that.
Tonight I was preparing their dinner when I heard a crash and rushed out to the back porch to find this tableau:
Apparently he was half-mad from hunger and was highly pleased by the resulting wanton destruction.
This. This is my life with this dog.