Me, to myself, out loud: Hmmm, it's a little quiet in the bedroom. Maybe I should go check on the dogs. Nah, they're okay. I need to respond to that email first.
Five minutes later.
Me, again, to myself, mid-email: Is that shredding I hear? No, it must be the bone scratching on the bottom of the crates.
Two minutes later.
Me, again, out loud: Okay, get off your preggo butt and go find out what that strange noise is.
Sure enough, it was shredding. Little brat.
That's right, take your bone and go hide.
If you're keeping track, this is her THIRD bed she's destroyed in 5 months. Luckily they've all been cheapies but really?
I love you Clem-kadiddle-klopper but sometimes you test a mamas patience.