I have a naughty dog.

I just realized, Walter is my inspiration to blog. He has been such a good boy lately and that is why I've had nothing to write about. He changed that today. I left him home for all of an hour and when I got back, the two ziplock bags of pumpkin cookies I made last night, gone. I didn't notice it at first until I came upstairs. Lying on my floor was one of the bags, the other... missing. After looking closer, I discovered orange crumbs on the carpet and small pieces of ziplock bag. He ATE THE PLASTIC. He is very afraid of me right now. He's out in the hall just outside my bedroom door. I swatted his little butt, wouldn't have hurt the cat but he is very afraid. He runs into glass doors and smacks his face on stuff all the time and that doesn't seem to bother him, but a little swat on the butt? He is such a baby. When will he be a good dog? I hope this isn't a reflection of my parenting skills.