Mutiny
In the 20 minutes that it took to leave our house, get Mariel from ballet class, and return home, the dogs managed to wreak havoc on our home.  They have been so well behaved for the past few months that now I can only think that they have been biding their time and plotting. 
First, I spotted the plastic bag of (cloth) dirty diapers from Noella's day at daycare.  They actually shredded a CLOTH diaper to get at the... well... you can probably guess.  Given Marley's love for poopsicles this time of year, I can only guess that it was her.  Next, the tupperware that had been on the kitchen countertop that had also contained the remnants of spaghetti sauce was found in the dining room.  It no longer had any sauce inside, but at least they also seem to have cleaned off the floor.  Then Mariel found a container of white-out on the floor from my work bag which I had brought home- and the bag was still on the bench where I had carefully placed it.  The tupperware from my lunch that had also been in said bag was nowhere to be found, and despite very LOUD threats to the dogs (apologies to the neighbors) neither of them would tell me where it was.  Eventually I found it, with half of the lid chewed off, under the ottoman.  The dogs have not moved from their beds in an hour, and Hudson is still shaking.  I don't feel sorry for them at all.
The human girls also seem to have been plotting, although it is a much less malicious plot.  For reference, see my post from last week about their recent love of vegetables. 
Today, they both decided at dinner that they no longer like:
green beans
carrots
broccoli
shrimp
and linguine.
This made my dinner of shrimp and veggie pasta a remarkably unsuccessful venture.