I did it again. Oh, boy. My owner left his wallet on the coffee table, and this happened. It was too tempting! It didn’t help that he found me carrying it around the house in my mouth, as proud and happy as can be. He didn’t get angry, though I heard him mumbling something like, “…my Coach wallet…” over and over. He was happy that I didn’t destroy his drivers license and credit cards. The money, though is a partial gastrointestinal casualty (note to cody bear: I am suffering no ill effects from eating paper money, but you should nonetheless not copy my behavior). At least for my owner, if he uses the excuse, “My dog ate it,” you should assume that he’s probably telling the truth.