Apparently Peaches and Buster Brown have some sort of beef with Barbara Kingsolver. There will be no moment of peace for mommy this evening.
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As a professional librarian, I cringed when I saw the title of this entry, thinking there would be pictures of your personal collection shredded and whatnot. Phew!
LOL, Hany. Never in my life have I had a dog destroy a book. Buster Brown can do some serious damage to a plastic kiddie pool, and frequently raids the recycling bins in the garage when I’m not looking, but our dogs know that inside stuff is usually not for them. As an English major and former independent book store employee, I’m sure I’d have the same reaction that a librarian would! 🙂
Lol. They are adorable:)
I am very familiar with this look. And though infrequent, I have purchased a couple of library books after my dog’s “read” them. All were titles that were somehow prescient*, making me wonder again if the dogs can read, and, always, if they’re trying to tell me something, somehow (Dang obtuse human! I can never get through to her!). The most recent was titled, seriously, “The Day I Ate Whatever I Wanted” by Elizabeth Berg. My young Rottweiler bitch, Daisy, lived by this mantra for many months, and I loved that of all the books available to chew up, this is the one she chose. Heehee.