Last night, my checkout was messed up at work. Four credit card receipts didn't show up on my cashout. It took some time and it's still not totally sorted. So, I was a little late coming home.
I don't know what time Lu decided to eat another book, but I knew something was up immdiately, by her greeting. It wasn't the usual, tail-wagging, slight whine of "ohmygodlet'sgoforawalkrightnowpleaseohplease!" Her ears were pinned. She wouldn't make eye contact. She knows she's an asshole. I said, "what have you done?", and it only took a second to find her handiwork. It looks she was curled up on the couch, enjoying a book the only way she knows how.
She waited under the dining room table (her new favorite spot due to it's coolness and darkness) while I cleaned up her mess. What a jerkdog.