Literally.

Last night, I came home to find our federal returns -- forms, W2s, envelope and all -- in tiny pieces all over the floor of our office. Our 7-month-old puppy stood innocently nearby.

All that's left...

I had left the door between the office and the hallway open, thinking I'd give our pup one last chance to prove she could handle some freedom (she previously chewed through the cord on our brand-new printer).

Dumb, dumb, dumb idea.

Ziggy apparently decided the federal returns were particularly tasty, as the state returns sat, untouched, on the desk.

Luckily, my mother-in-law, who figures out our taxes, had made copies. Smart, smart woman. She has offered to redo the federal returns, and we have offered a free dinner.

The face of evil...sort ofSo what does a dog get for chewing up the taxes? A $22 toy, that's what. Yes, mom went to Petco and bought an Extreme Kong chew toy for the naughty pup, hoping she'd take her boredom out on the big black rubber toy instead of furniture, cords and important documents.