So I come home from work and what do I see on Murphy's dog bed?
This time, it's remnants of something red, which, on closer inspection, turns out to be what's left of the box that my three new reloading dies came in.
Thanks dog. A whole living room full of dog toys, and he's got to go through my mail and open the packages while I'm out.
And a GOOD dog would have at least used those dies to prep some cases while I was out. Just saying.
Sigh. Why didn't I just buy a hamster? I should have bought a freaking hamster four years ago and called it a day.