Who Me? I Didn't Make This Mess!

My side of the story -- a lovely little mess awaited me when I got home this afternoon!  Heinz had managed to somehow get his stubby little legs and lardo-butt up onto the counter and pull down a bag of dog toys!  He proceeded to chew up the paper mostly.  When he tired of that, it looks like he found a mousetrap that Don had neglected to retrieve after Mickey thought he'd found a safe refuge in our house this winter. 

Heinz' side of the story -- Yawwwnnn! That was a nice long nap.  Now what can I do?  I've managed to get the treats out of the treat ball.  I've chewed on my bone. Hmm.  What's the black thing stuck way under the stove.  Smells like peanut butter!  Let's rip that apart and see what's in there!  Well that didn't take long.  Hmmm.  What else is there to do around here?  Sniff, sniff.  Something smells like a tennis ball!  Now how in the world am I supposed to play with the tennis ball if it's in a bag on the counter?  Good thing I've got these really big feet!  I can get some good balance going on here, and oh, oh, I can almost reach the bag!  Oh, oh!  I've got it! Rip, shred! 
Life is good when you are surrounded by dog toys!