I came out of the shower this morning and heard a tearing sound. I immediately assumed my dog was up to something as he is prone to during fits of angry boredom.
I wrapped a towel around myself and stuck my head out in the living room. Mahoney was not ripping the stuffing out of the chair I found at the thrift store. I glanced in the bedroom. He wasn't eating one of Jazzy's shoes or flip flops.
I checked the guest bedroom/office. He sat quietly on the ground by the desk looking up at me, big brown innocent eyes, tail wagging. I look down at him with suspicion.
"What did you do?"
Tail stopped wagging and he tried to army crawl backward away from me.
"Oh no...you did something really bad, didn't you?"
I reached under the desk with my damp fingers. Zapping sounds and sparks greeted me as I screamed like the very manly man that I am. Yep. My dog ate the power cord for the computer I use to write and draw my little comics. So...no comics today. Sorry. I don't have the battery power and my other computers just don't cut it for my drawings.
My dog is fine...even if the ripping sound had actually been him shocking the crap out of his face.