When we leave home for the mall, it is like an oasis, calm and serene, with everything worth chewing or destroyed placed high above where the dogs can reach. When we get back, there is often an ominous silence within. Archie, especially, the little beagle, has proved that he is a trifle obtuse, but obstreperous. He is at sea about what he wants to destroy but particularly stubborn that something, or very many things, should be (destroyed)!