On A Tear

 Ever wonder what the inside of a heating pad looks like? Me either, but that's just one of the things that Third Dog seemed to be dying to find out this week.

I bought some new socks on Monday, only to wake up to find this, this morning:

It seems like Thursday may be the holiest day of the week for dogs. Of course Wednesday wasn't much better. I heard Third Dog come in the bedroom yesterday morning and leave with one of my slippers but I wasn't worried since he's already ruined one of the pair already. I was of course surprised to find this on the family room floor:

Perhaps he's having trouble adjusting to the fact that I'll be starting school this week so he lashed out at one of my good AACC sweatshirts. I wish that was it for the week but when I got home from work Monday I found this:

It's the case for the Dave Brubeck CD I just got. Fortunately the disk was safely in the player, but how long before he starts in on the electronics?  He surly got a taste for them with the heating pad.  In his defense, he originally found all this stuff on or near the floor so he's not completely at fault. If there is a lesson here it's one I learned (or should have learned) from my mother years ago: "pick up after yourself".

Because if I don't, he will.