cAN't bE. CaN It? wHat THe hEcK?

there is no way my dog is getting the best of me. yet an unexplained phenomena took place today, whilst i was away. as i've said, after the first PB incident, Jack was banished forever, well, at least while we weren't home, to the deep dark dungeon of a basement we have. then i noticed he'd come up with a belly full of soot(or dirt, but soot sounds more dungeony). like, the outside of his belly, he hadn't eaten soot so it wasn't on the inside like a typical full belly would be.nevermind. anywhoo, i decided to leave him in my room b/c that way he wouldn't get dirty when we were away and i don't keep food in there so theres nothing he could damage. plus, because i am the sensitive type and sometimes love my dog, he loves to look out the window and bark at every single person who walks by and every person who runs around the track in front of our house. and being the dumb dog that he is (or isnt??..) he barks at the same person running around the track at every lap. but, he enjoys this, and dogs dont get much enjoyment, so i gave in and let him stay in my room upon our departures. so, you know the story of what happened yesterday when i gave Joey the task of closing Jack in and that didn't get done. well, today, i took over the door closing job again. i shut Jack in my room, and made sure the door was as shut as possible(its an old house and the doors don't quite shut as they should, but this door was definently not capable of being opened by a dog, so i thought..). when i pulled into our drive this evening, i looked up and saw Jacks dumb head looking out of my window. good sign, i thought to myself. as we walked in the back door, Jack begins to whine from my room, as is typical for him when hes excited to get out and see us. but, as i glance at the ground, i notice a single pear on the floor. it has a bite mark in it, not made of human teeth, but of some sort of animals. there, beside it, is an empty bag, that had had some delectable gingersnaps i'd been looking forward to partaking in this evening. they had vanished, the empty bag being the only clue that they had even existed at all. and yet jack, he was nowhere to be found downstairs. as i made my way up the stairs, ready to grab his collar and lead him to the door to let him go on his merry little way forever, i turned and saw that my door was still shut and his whining was coming from within. What is this? i pondered, and i continue to ponder. Jack was in my room, the door shut as i had left it. Could it be that he's been getting the best of me these last 4 years and just playing dumb when really he's a dog genious? did he get the door open, come down for a snack, and then return to my room and shut the door behind him? theres no way. but how did this happen? i am perplexed. jack is dumb, i am convinced of this. but then how in the world? this may be left as an unsolved mystery. i hate that, i love answers, but none can come to mind. unless he is smart. and that just can not be....