The dog ate my library book. No, really-- he ate it!!

When we first adopted Scout he went through a "chewing phase". Most of the items that he destroyed were harmless and easily replaceable (i.e. flip flops, strings, buttons). He has long since grown out of that phase; however, if he doesn't get enough attention he will occasionally feel mischievous and find something new to victimize. Since Ruby was born it has happened twice-- first to my nice Pottery Barn pillows and now to my library book. I left it on the bed and when I returned a few hours later I found this:



Notice how much was destroyed and how little evidence was left behind. It all comes out in the wash. If you know what I mean. But really, what else should I expect from a bark connoisseur? After all, paper is just another form of bark.



The real kicker is that I waited nearly 8 months for this book to become available from the library. I was nearly finished with it when he chewed through the first 50 pages. Oh, and I had already decided that I hated the book but was finishing it with the hope that the author might redeem himself in the end (BTW, he didn't).

So, today I paid $29 for a book that I'll never read again. But, the lesson was priceless.