Idle Hands (Well, Paws) Are The Devil's Playground

The fun never stops around here.  Today, we have been invaded by a raft of painters who have come to cover one of our barns with a new coat of red paint.  Needless to say, this turn of events generated a furious and loud volley of barking from you-know-who.  Consequently, we are imprisoned indoors where Mabel can't see the usurpers to her kingdom.  I noticed things seemed suspiciously quiet just now, and when I went to investigate, I found my hound atop her crate, trying to figure out how to get from there up onto the cupboard that houses the tin of dog biscuits!