You know those moments when you want to murder your beloved pets? Like when you order a 1TB microSD and the little **** eats the packaging while you're at work because he thinks it's a bird or a mouse or something? And I mean he loves to eat those so why not eat this!? Of course!
Thankfully he didn't eat the microSD, I found it in the yard a short bit away from the main wreckage. It was in perfect shape. He was pretty upset when he saw how upset I was at seeing what he'd done. And after I found the card in the grass I held it up and said "hey do you know what this is?" and he did that slow turn away from me to stare at the wall so that his shame no longer existed in corporeal form. But I let him sniff it and told him it was alright and he perked back up a bit. And when I gave him an onion ring I'm pretty sure he forgot what happened because he ran out the door and into the farmer's fields next door, like he does.
Dogs, man. They eat everything.
