My Dog Ate My Screenplay

I should have named them Ripper, Chomper, and Shredder.

Very recently I posted about how my puppies--yes, I said puppies, as in plural--have been eating my mail and pretty much anything else that I forget to put out of reach.  Their reach by the way, is shockingly vast.  I could put them on the talk show circuit that is how amazing they are at getting to things.


They got into a very sturdy (or so I thought) faux-leather bound file box that contained a half written screenplay that I hadn't worked on in ages.  It was one of those projects that I was very passionate about for a heartbeat before the ADD side of me kicked in and I abandoned it.  Well, I didn't really abandon it.  Let's just say I paused work on it.  For years.  I've been busy, what can I say?  I had put it in that file box with the intention of picking it back up one day.  It was a printed copy of what I hope I have stored on my old laptop.  Thank God I kept that clunker!


Anyway...the dogs devoured the whole thing, faux leather bound box and all.  It was in such tiny pieces that it took me a minute to figure out just what it was.  It was like trying to identify a victim of an explosion or plane crash, only instead of body parts I found shredded bits of dialogue and character backstories.  There was one complete word here or there, but mostly just mangled letters in groups of two or three and the occasional soggy piece of faux leather.  Gruesome.


How did they do this?  Why did they do this?  Was the screenplay really bad or something?  I mean if the dogs ripped it to shreds what would an agent do?  I am not sure I want to find out.  One thing I am sure of though, I am going to have to move everything I own into titanium file boxes.