The damn old dog

Maguire has a lot of empty space between his ears.  And he has a tendency to be a pest sometimes.  (Love him dearly, tho.)

I used the last snack baggie tonight, and the breaking down of the box got his attention.  (Feeble task, feeble mind.)  And he wouldn't leave my area.  I tried to convince him that it was nothing more than a stupid paper box that was going into the trash, but his attention was glued to it.

So I broke it down, and put his head through the opening.  It's not the greatest picture, it was taken with my cell phone.  But you get the general idea.