Head in the Bag

Ever get caught with your head in the bag? It's kind of like getting caught red-handed, only you can't see and you don't have red hands.

While making dinner tonight, I heard some rustling from the direction of the boys' very messy room. Never can tell what lives in there. I thought it might be Mighty Mouse, so I called him. He came from the direction of their room, barking madly. I told him to be quiet. A few minutes later, I heard the same rustling sound, this time with Mighty Mouse sounding the alarm. What the heck?! I called him again. Again he appeared from the direction of the bedroom. Then, while I was standing there reprimanding him for barking and being in the boys' room, I again heard the same strange rustling sound. I walked down the hall, held my breath (you must do this when entering teen boys' bedrooms), and looked into the abiss. This is what I saw:




When I could stop laughing, I grabbed my camera.

Poor Underdog! What's a dog to do when he gets caught with his head in the bag?