When I saw my Garmin lying in the middle of the hall this morning, I knew there was a problem. Though I'm not the neatest guy around, I typically don't leave $300 GPS units wherever the hell I feel like it. Plus the charger is in my office on the desk, so about 8 times out of 10 I manage to get it within 5 feet of there when I initially take it off my wrist.
Sure enough, when I picked it up off the floor it was thrashed. Somehow, Joe had got a hold of it and in a fit of canine wisdom only he understands, chewed it up. Which is weird. Because I don't recall acting like a 6 year old recently. And we sorted it out long ago that I'm the alpha male in the house. Yeah, I've seen the Dog Whisperer so I know what's up.
Despite the damage to the casing, it still works. That said, my guess is that it's no longer waterproof.
I'm bummed, but I can't get mad at him - look at that face. I have no idea how he got it. Forget the low lying fruit - the magazines, the dirty socks or a few more of Ian's books - Joe clearly had a hair up his ass about chewing on electronics today. He probably had to two-leg it up on the desk and then grab it with his mouth - a dog on a mission. And it certainly paid off for him.
Guess what he was doing when I went to confront him after I found it? Sleeping in the sun, the bastard.