I've loved reading as far back as I remember. When I was in grade school, I owned a purebred cocker spaniel named Rudy who loved to eat books. This provided me with a challenge on how to read my books before they were devoured by my naughty but loveable pet.
One of my favorite spots to hide a book was in between the mattress and the box springs. I was reading a Wrinke In Time by Madeleine L’Engle and about halfway through the book. I remembered how engrossed I was in it and looking forward to some more reading when I came home and found the book on the floor with a bunch of the pages ripped out and the corners of the book chewed badly. That’s right, Rudy had managed to dig it out from between the mattress and the box springs because I hadn’t shoved it very far in. I hadn’t dreamed she would reach in there like that. I didn’t make that mistake again but if I ever forgot to put away a book, it’s days were numbered. I wonder what she would have done with my Kindle if I had owned one at that time.