A few weeks ago, EL D tore up a stuffed toy I brought back from my trip to Poland – it had fallen off the shelf and I didn't notice. Of course I was P#$%&* at him because it was a special item, but then felt bad because you could see in his eyes that he didn't understand -- "it was on the floor and it looked just like my other toys".
Anyway, the other day I was sitting in my den with EL D on my lap and suddenly he gets this really strange look and stares at my desk -- on which was the remains of the torn up toy. He stared and stared and stared and stared. It was quite clear what was going on in his mind -- "that looks like the new toy I tore up, what is it doing there?"
Stupid dogs indeed - ha!