In a bid for Worst Dog Mom of the Year, I was sitting here merrily typing away on my computer this afternoon when I looked up to see some shredded paper on the kitchen floor. Hmmm, I thought. The Kleenex Bandit strikes again? A few minutes later I finally got up to investigate, and found the paper was the remains of a lovely filet of swordfish I had thawing on the kitchen table! Underneath the table was Misty, happily licking what was left of the paper. Arrgghh, raw swordfish!! A whole piece!! (Not to mention our dinner...) I called the emergency clinic since my vet was closed by then, who said to just fast her and watch for runs or vomiting overnight and call them back if it happens. Misty, meanwhile, cannot understand why everyone else got dinner bowls and she didn't get a second course. So far there are no ill effects and she is very pleased with herself. And we are hungry. Monty would be very proud! The face of happy, unrepentant, and not hungry!