I'm so mad.  Chris and I just got home from a nice dinner with his family only to find our favorite plant shredded into a MILLION TINY PIECES all over the living room.  What caused this terrible mess?  Our @%$&*%# DOGS!!!  I know I can't beat them, but it is tempting.  Chris told me to relax, and that made me what to beat him.  I picked up the big pieces and Chris grabbed the shop-vac.  What in the hell possesses these dogs?  I stopped by to let them out this morning.  Chris came home for little bit this evening before we met up with his family.  It's like they are punishing us for having a tiny shred of a social life.  My dog Oscar is the ringleader.  I can hear him now..... "Dinner with family???  I'm sorry, you didn't get prior authorization for that.  We will have to shred your plant."