The dangers of simultaneous dog ownership and bibliophilia became apparent today when I returned home from work to find my leather-bound King James Bible on the floor, partially consumed. The dogs lay contently beside it.
I yelled. They just looked at me as if to say, “What’d you expect? It was leather.”
Brings new meaning to Francis Bacon’s famous quip: “Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.”