Oh yes, and this.
Fortunately I returned in time to save many of the sodas that were originally in the case. Only three of them were actually opened, although one entire wall of the living room was covered with soda from floor to ceiling. I guess puncture holes from a dog's tooth will do that. Soda had also found its way into the carpet, onto Remi's futon, and on the couch. And quite possibly into Ziggy's stomach.
Remi checked out the spilled soda, but maybe he is a Pepsi fan like me, because he decided not to drink any of it. Although he does seem to enjoy the new Coke-scented aroma of his futon now.