[mjohnson]

Our now departed parti-poodle had a taste for, ahem, ladies soiled underclothes. Especially when he was young he built up a pretty good record of damage. He had a particular taste for Agent Provocateur I recall.

Walking in the back yard I see some shredded lace. Yup, he did it again. I go to pick it up and there's a huge dingle-ball swinging from it. This wasn't just something he picked up and destroyed - it had been through the system.