After a brutal work day yesterday, we came home to the usual: our 1-year-old dog's sweet little face greeting us from the front window. Little did we know what horrors awaited us beyond the door. Just instead the door was a post-battlefield area of eviscerated DVD jackets, inserts, and cases. On the other side of the room, there was more of what remained of Unforgiven, The Haunting('63), and others. All in all, roughly 20 DVD's. There were too many pieces to count. Of course, I instantly began screaming obscenities and she quickly cowered behind the sofa. I suddenly felt like Leland Palmer right at the end and the sheer rage lasted about two minutes. Though I wanted to kill her for about 30 seconds, she's fine...we would never truly hurt her, but this was the worst thing she had ever done. In four months since she's been "free," she never once bothered the DVD shelf. Quite miraculously, the discs themselves are, at first survey, intact on their hubs--but the packaging is unsalvagable. I'm just grateful the more expensive box sets like Alien Quadrilogy and various TV shows higher up were spared. Just thought I would share the horror.