My Shredded Welcome

Today was my second day of school, a.k.a., Clyde's second day of being alone for seven hours. When I got home he was bouncing around and crying like usuall, but he also had a little surprise for me. Near our front door, (and his crate) we have a mat to leave our shoes on, a bit of to the side. It is small, and not the most important thing, but still, it served the purpose. Well this afternoon, it was half way pulled into Clyde's crate. He had taken off rubber bands wound around the braided tassels and left them in his crate. One edge was starting to be unraveled, and one edge had a piece  ripped off along with it being shredded. Note to Self: Keep things away from Clyde's crate.