A Dusty house

I live in a mess. I don't mean my messy way of life at the moment but literally the place, my parents' house is a big mess. The reason for all the mess is: Dusty, our Labrador dog. At two years of age, he feels himself the center of the world, which for him is our family. It is really hard to just sit on the couch in the living room and read because he thinks that's an invitation for a belly massage for him on the neighboring seat. My parents are still quite strict with his access to the couch but they have given in to most other demands from the dog. So he really does what he wants all day. The mess that I am talking about is not only from his hairs and the dirt he carries on his paws into the house from outside. Clever Dusty immediately realizes when someone has not shut the door to the kitchen entirely. So as soon as people are out of sight, he sneaks into the kitchen and has his very own private party in there with the waste paper and plastic packages, eventually spreading the party and the waste to the living room and beyond. I once managed to catch him red-handed with my cellphone camera.