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Seriously, I don't have a picture since this is on my laptop but I was rereading A Dance with Dragons after some six years to get a better grasp on the smaller details (I just finished rereading a feast for crows).
It was getting super good but I left it on my couch downstairs for a second to go get something, but when I was gone this little rascal called Pepsi (he is a small black and tan cavalier spaniel) was chewing on the book cover.
He had torn off the paper for the hardcover edition and chewed at the stems holding the papers together. I don't know how he got it into his stomach (he is a midget dog) but he did it anyways.
This was my original copy of the book I got when I was a freshman in High School and now its ruined. The pages are still together and I'll stand by my despise for e-books, but I am very sad
I once adopted a wildcaught imported toucan from clueless owners (yes, it was legal...just a dumb decision). He was as big as a raven with a 16" beak, almost 3' wingspan, wild as a March hare (the copies of the vet records his previous owners sent me showed a temporary name of "Psycho"), aggressive, and could take out your eye from 2 feet away. Don't get me wrong. Toucans can make lovely affectionate pets...if they are hand raised from chicks. Toucans are also parrot smart. They learn and don't forget...anything. They don't have much in the way of bite pressure; nothing compared to a parrot, but they sure can shake things and bash them against perches, rug, walls, and furniture. They only eat fresh fruit and one specific type of proprietary zoological pellet. His favorite fruits were fresh papaya, mango, cantaloupe, and blueberries. Lots and lots of fresh blueberries. Year round including in January...in a tiny town in SE Alaska. What goes into a toucan comes out in about 10 minutes in a much less attractive formulation.
After sharing a house with this monster for several years he was finally calm enough to hop peacefully around the room, shred cardboard, whack stuffed cat toys on the floor, and carry parrot bells and other soft objects around without destroying too many of my possessions. Wrestling with bungee cords could amuse him for hours. Sometimes I could sit reading and he'd hop onto my legs, poke his head/beak over the top of my book or magazine and gently nibble on the edges of the pages. It seemed so innocent and frankly, endearing. I had the bright idea of giving him paper bags to shred. Bad idea. Very very bad idea.
I had just spent several days working on my income taxes that were more complicated that year for several reasons. There was a stack of forms, references, and financial statements on the side table next to the couch. I was sorting laundry in the other room when things got ominously quiet. Then I heard the unmistakable sounds of shredding paper. At first I thought he'd just re-discovered a forgotten Safeway bag hiding behind the couch.
A while later I went back into the living room and saw shredded office paper scattered all over the carpet and the couch. Statements, completed tax forms (that hadn't been copied yet), filing references. What wasn't shredded was covered with dark blue/purple stains. Basically illegible. Things I only had one copy of. The keys on my calculator were purple, gooey and stuck. It was April 13.
The worst part of it was that I had done this to myself by teaching him paper was acceptable fun. Well, not that specific type of paper but you can't expect a toucan to be all that discerning. A dog may care about pleasing you. A toucan definitely does not.
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I was expecting to read that you were writing your first novel and your dog shredded a bunch of pages of your original manuscript. Now that would be a real disaster.
I was expecting to read that you were writing your first novel and your dog shredded a bunch of pages of your original manuscript. Now that would be a real disaster.
Luckily I keep what I write saved on my laptop or google drive so that wouldn't be possible.
I was expecting to read that you were writing your first novel and your dog shredded a bunch of pages of your original manuscript. Now that would be a real disaster.
Oh good lord yes - that would be horrible!
OP, sorry for the bad luck! My dog is actually the best behaved with respect to destruction in my house. I have many books with nibbled spines thanks to rabbits and ripped off covers thanks tp cats. The dog is actually the one that so far has yet to damage any of my books!
yep my dogs dont destroy anything in my house ever . guess im lucky or i trained them very well.
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