Snapshot: here's how hellhounds ring in the New Year
But when she wandered downstairs for a snack, here's a photo of what she found: Watson, casually relaxing on top of his crate, with not a thought at all about eating that double tiered arrangement of cookies right by his head. No sirree -- not our sweet old Watson; he's just sitting there reading his Bible.
One question still remains: how did he get there?