Our seven-month old puppy, Waldo, has recently developed a terrible habit: devouring books. LITERALLY! Twice this past week my husb. and I have stepped out to run an errand, coming home to find our carpet strewn with itty bitty bits of book. The first time it happened, I had already finished the novel (Suzanne Collins' The Hunger Games), and Waldo was kind enough to avoid all text in his chew attack, so after some stern scolding I decided to forgive and forget. Unfortunately, tonight's book fared a far sadder fate. I was about 200 pages into Elizabeth Kostava's mammoth The Swan Thieves, and had been looking forward to plowing through the rest of it during my upcoming vacation to upstate NY. Apparently, Waldo had other plans, decimating both the front and back covers as well as a healthy chunk of pages 404-478. Bad Waldo!!!
(The beguiling pup looking all innocent mere days before the destruction began)
Now I'm in quite the pickle: do I cave and buy a second, uneaten copy of the book to take with me on the vacay, or do I hold out until I can get to a library once I'm back from NY? I suppose the other option is simply reading on and hope that nothing of consequence happens in pages 404-478, but my guess is that they can't simply be skipped. Sigh. Why can't he be a normal dog and just chew on shoes?
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