About a minute and a half

In case you might be wondering how long it takes a 6 pound rat terrier to chew up a flash drive, I can tell you. It takes about a minute and a half, and maybe not even that long.

I've been needing to write a purchase order to Office Depot for some school stuff, but I just get so busy during my planning that I forget. One of the items on my Office Depot list is a couple of flash drives. Day before yesterday I had to go to Wal-Mart (I'd rather have a root canal with no drugs as to have to go to Wal-Mart.) While I was there, I decided to just break down and buy one myself so I could get my files saved to something other than my computers.

As I was looking at the flash drives, I noticed a ton of Kingston 2 GB drives for only $5. The one I currently have is a Kingston, and it's been great, so I decided I'd just get a couple of those instead of one 4 gig. That way, I could have one for English 12 and a second one for English 11. Woo hoo! (It does NOT take much to excite those of us in education. LOL)

Last night I sat down and organized all of my files into folders and then I did a main folder for each of my English courses and saved everything to one of the flash drives. I haven't been feeling too well the last couple of days, so I thought I'd just save everything to one and then I could take care of moving one of the folders later.

Fast forward to this morning. I had gotten ready and was about to leave. Just as I was walking to the den, I heard Ali in the kitchen eating. Or so I thought. When I walked into the den, I saw her sitting in the middle of the floor. The crunching sound I heard? Yep, my flash drive. I know she hadn't been chewing on it long because she was in the bedroom just a couple of minutes earlier. I was so frustrated at first, but then I realized that I was MY fault.

I apparently didn't put the flash back into the case when I finished, and she's just a dog who LOVES to chew on things--this was just a new chew toy to her. I did fuss at her a tiny bit, but all she did was look up at me with those big brown eyes and wag her tail. Silly girl...she doesn't have a clue when she's in trouble. Maybe that's because she really hasn't done MUCH in her life that has caused her to get into trouble. (Bama, though, was another story. All I have to do is say the word "spanking" and he comes running. Don't run call the ASPCA--I am NOT an abusive pet owner. The ONLY time he has ever been spanked was when he ran after a car.)

So, another trip to Wal-Mart today to replace the chewed up flash. All I have to say is THANK GOODNESS I didn't end up spending $40 or $50 on one. THAT would have really made me ill.