Rosie convinced me not to crate her this morning while I went to run an errand. As I was leaving, I eyed a box of manuals and cables that came with my motherboard and considered moving them to a higher spot. But she was laying on the floor in a ball and when she flashed those big brown eyes at me, I knew I would come home to find her in the exact some spot.
Boy was I wrong. I came home to find my coveted SATA and round IDE cables chewed into a million pieces. That’s right, Rosie. It’s my fault. You’re just an innocent puppy who doesn’t know right from wrong.
Now that I’m home, she’s taking a nap on the couch, of course.