Actually, our floor didn't look like this, either, until yesterday evening. There was an intact paper bag partly full of random recyclable paper, and a pristine carpet.
For the last three days Wilbur has been offering to shred the bag.
I gave him other options, but yesterday evening when I noticed he was after it again it was too late.
Ah well. Of all the things they could shred, this is probably one of the best.
Buzz had a Bad Leg day day before yesterday, and cried in the night to have me help him get off the platform beside our mattress. That was a first. He's been wanting help getting up, but not down. Sigh.
Today he feels much better, and actually was eagerly participating in the shredding, which isn't a given.
So we'll be glad he feels good enough to shred paper, and won't mind picking up the shreds.
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