Reminds me of a similar anecdote.<quoted text>Oh gosh you made me flashback . When I younger we were sitting in my father's Buick. He loved that car. Guess what we were doing, that's right we were smoking. Sure enough yours truly burnt not a small but a large hole smack dab in the center of the driver plush light grey seat. Remember the color schemes? I didn't know what to do. Ended up putting a towel over it. What was I thinking? Yep. Like it was going to disappear. I can still remember the morning Dad went ballistic. I felt just terrible. He loved that car. Of course Dad was not the type to get things like that fixed. Every time we got into that big Buick it was a reminder. Oh the things we do. Thanks for the memory.
Took my son and his dog for a trip to the store in my brand new Silverado.
Left the dog for 10 minutes to run into the library to return some books.
Dog had chewed a nice big hole in the driver's seat.
Fortunately we found an upholsterer who was able to repair and match up the damage.