The Dog Ate my Book---Literally

This year I've been working on collecting some old Landmark books as I plan to use living books for our history.  I got some great titles at the Greater St. Louis book fair last month.  When I brought in the bags our dog had to give them the once over sniff (which she does for everything in the house).  She lingered over these books and I thought they must have an older, musty smell.  Today I had been reading The Swamp Fox of the American Revolution and left the book beside the recliner when we left to run some errands.  Imagine my chagrin when I came home and found shreds of the spine and covers all over the living room.