I went out onto the porch and she was just sitting there with that hangdog look, surrounded by fat, juicy leaves and clumps of dirt.  I followed the path of destruction and almost cried when I saw what was left of my beautiful plants.   

She has done the usual puppy damage: shoes, the cover for the BBQ ripped into strips and tossed into the air like ribbons, stuffed animals, several books and a few dog beds.  Just like with children, I get up and look for her when she's quiet, because that is when the most damage is done.  I wouldn't change a thing about her.