As sweet and cute as my dog Connor is, he can also be a terror. Every so often, he gets a wild streak going and goes around rearranging things and tearing up papers. 
I heard him downstairs the other night and came down to find that he’d shredded pages of my Turgot Plan de Paris! I had mounted it on the wall, but since the wall is plaster, and as the temperatures changed and the heat went off and on, it gradually came off the wall, piece by piece.
I finally removed it and had it on the floor to make sure the pieces were flattened before it went into storage in preparation for moving.
Anyway, it’s now in bits and pieces. And I am super peeved at Connor. 
Bad dog.
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