I'm a little disgusted with my dog. Today, while I was at work at the library, my husband called to ask me if I spent a lot of money on a book about the presidents. I had ordered The Presidents Club by Michael Gibbs and Nancy Duffy from Amazon and was looking forward to reading it. Unfortunately my dog was either very upset about being outside in the rain or very bored and the package left by our mailman was the source of his entertainment. While my husband called it unidentifiable and it does look pretty bad, I am still going to try to read it. I am sure my sister is chuckling to herself since back when we were kids I made my sister sign a contract to even touch one of the books I owned. Fingerprints seem like nothing at this point.