did this to her game today:
This sort of thing brings weeping and gnashing of teeth at our house. Usually, I'm the one saying, "I'm gonna kill him!" whenever something gets chewed up. But today it was Harley's favorite human who wanted his hide.
I hugged her and then reminded her that she couldn't leave things out where "Jaws" can get to them. She laughed and forgot about her wrath toward the little fur ball.