There I was, nervously perched on the top of a step-ladder whilst painting the bathroom ceiling, when peculiar soft ripping sounds emerged from the bedroom. Was my darling puppy entertaining herself by dismantling another stolen sock?
Hmm, no - the noises seemed too industrious for that. So I carefully set down my sticky paintbrush and went to investigate.
The duvet had been dragged to one side. A doggy-sized hole had been torn through the sheet, and half of my puppy was buried inside the mattress while plumes of shredded stuffing flew over her happily wagging tail.