We took Rocket to his third puppy class yesterday in our Escape. The Escape was most recently used to transport flowers from the nursery to my yard. So- it is all torn apart and seatless. And we heard noises. Odd, strange, yet somewhat familiar noises. DH said, "Rocket, what are you doing?" I looked and said, "You don't want to know." DH sighed and asked, "Toilet paper or paper towels?" "Toilet paper." "How bad is it?" "Complete mutilation." DH sighed, "Rocket. I can't look." "Yeah, you probably don't want to."