I came home this evening, after being gone for just over two hours, to find my favorite pair of sunglasses on the floor in a twisted, broken, mess of parts. This was a grim discovery. I loved those sunglasses, and I couldn’t...I can’t…imagine what would make Indiana Jones, the gigantic puppy, assume that they were even remotely edible.

I knew right then that I should have left the spare rolls of toilet paper out where he could reach them. So what if he had already torn through three rolls before lunch? So what if I spent twenty minutes cleaning up the confetti of tissue strewn throughout the house? Even the most expensive toilet paper is a lot cheaper than my favorite sunglasses.

Still…it could have been worse. It could have been my laptop, or my leather couch.

My husband does not think I should leave extra rolls of toilet paper in strategic positions throughout our house, under any circumstances. I wonder if he would feel the same way if it was his Bluetooth headset, or his leather loafers that were making their way through the miles of Mastiff intestines at this very moment.

I suppose I can’t complain. Indy rarely chews anything of consequence. And sunglasses are replaceable. And I fed him a Vaseline sandwich—just in case he did swallow any sharp pieces of plastic. And tomorrow is Saturday, and I can hit the sunglass kiosk in the mall and find a wide assortment of sunglass on sale. I can probably get two for the price of one…and that might not be a bad idea, really.

Until the next time…I’ll be watching for my sunglasses to show up in the yard!