Can someone pass a tissue please?

What's that you say? You don't have one? Perhaps its because the whole box was shredded by Logan tonight.

I'm sure a vet would tell us Logan suffers from seperation anxiety. Every so often he does stupid little things like this - he destroys some insignificant article in the house when we leave for the evening - a newspaper, a magazine, napkins - never clothes or furniture. It is like his way of saying "ok guys, I'm pissed off that you left me, so take that..." and leaves us with a dumb, small mess to clean up.

And we instantaneously know when it happens because he either 1. doesn't greet us at the back door or 2. after doing his business outside, he runs into "his" back bedroom and curls up on the bed again without craving any attention.

Yet, we continue to love him unconditionally anyways...