Caught off guard I wasn't looking when Luca snatched my reading glasses from off the table. Later that evening, I happened to find them on the floor under the dinner table, chewed up with both lenses scratched and the frame contorted into a nearly impossible shape.
Carefully I bent the glasses back to the original shape (almost) and can see with difficulty through the criss-crossing scratches. You'd think that I would be mad and want to kick that mutt in the the side, but I have come to terms with having a pet and accepted the implications and limitations.
That's life with a dog in the house.