On arriving home tonight, I was greeted by the conspicuous absence of attention-hoggery and tailwagging from Rocket which inevitably means something has been thoroughly chewed to bits. In normal circumstances, this affects shoes, and consequently Viv, more than me. We’ve adapted by locking the shoes up.

Casting my eyes about what should I see, but THIS:

That is what remains of the book I wrote about fondly yesterday. It should be noted that the damage is largely restricted to the cover and table of contents, and one piece of the cover in particular appears to have been chewed for some time like a piece of gum.

That is of course the section of the cover that I held for the longest period of time last night as I played from the book. Apparently my dog loves me so much he just wants to eat me up, or at least chew me like gum.