Save the Shredder! Too Expensive to Die!

Suddenly I am not such a "wild child" and my behavior isn't the focus of Mum's attention and discord! Bad Dottie (my new name for her) decided to take down the shredder while Mum and Dad were in the house! (She is so dumb! You always wait until they leave the house or at least the room, it is written right there in the Book of Dogs. Maybe she can't read?)

I am not sure what Dottie thought the shredder had inside that was worth eating but she tipped over the shredder and when Dad put it back up, it kept saying "Door Open". And there was, of course, a whole lot of shredder guts on the floor. With the shredder crying "Door Open" all the time Mum and Dad couldn't use it to shred anything. Cooper thought this was hysterically funny and sat on his chair watching Dad try to fix the shredder. Finally Dad figured out that an important piece of plastic tabbing had broken off so a sensor wasn't getting punched. He jerry-rigged something together but now we have to unplug the shredder whenever it is not in use.

Mum says that even though the shredder has a smile on its little face, it is not a happy machine. Dad says that there is a lady in Vancouver, Washington laughing herself sick over Dottie. Mum says he is referring to Betty (Dottie's previous owner) and that Betty is not laughing, giggling perhaps but definitely not laughing. I really don't care myself as long as Dottie is the one being focused on for bad behavior. After all, anything that makes me look good cannot be all that bad!