Smart doggie, but not quite sneaky enough

So I'm sitting here checking my email and such (at the desktop computer that is...still using it though I'm getting more and more excited about my laptop) and I hear a rustling of wicker coming from the bedroom, followed by a very distinct jingle. Then there is a small whimper. I wonder if Louis is stuck somewhere, if somehow he's hurt himself. I wonder how in the world this could happen because my apartment is small and open enough that basically everything is exposed unless you're behind the closed door of the bathroom. I walk in my room, calling out to him, looking under the bed, passing right by the kitchen which as you can see is tiny, behind the door, to his little bed, under the covers in my bed, even though there isn't the usual telltale lump under the duvet to indicate his very warm presence in there....and Louis is nowhere to be found. Again, there is nowhere for a little dog to get lost in my apartment. Almost nowhere. I hear the wicker rustle again, and I realize there is one other item other than his little toy basket that is made out of wicker. Given his penchant for underwear, he has apparently figured out that he can get to where the, er, used ones stay before laundry day by stepping up into the opened foot locker where the gym/dance clothes are and using it as a step. Unfortunately, his plan wasn't perfect, because he couldn't seem to find as easy of an escape route with his procured loot. I looked down, and said "Louis!" in a startled voice. He turned his head away of course, refusing to make eye contact like he always does when he's done something wrong. In the case of Louis Ironson Jeffreys, on charges of breaking (knocking the lid off) and entering the laundry hamper, and attempted panty larceny, we the jury find the defendent guilty as charged.