The dog ate probably $50 worth of things today. Give or
take. GW price is just below $45, but then there’s shipping. Margin. Minus
cleaning products. Just wrecked the craft. we thought, in our imagination, that
we knew what a wrecked craft was. But we didn’t know. Until we saw what a 15
week old ¾ Yellow Lab ¼ German Sheppard could do to an Eldar tank given an
afternoon free to poop and chew. It was our hubris that caused this. We wanted
to see it on its flying base. It was not sturdy. By any means. But it was
glorious in its own way. Falcon Grav Tank with bright lance. Just one. The
other was missing, but we would have found the other. Now it is probably inside
intestines. At least we have a picture to remember her by before we turn her
into some terrain. Probably. Probably she can not be rebuilt. The bastard ate
the pilot. Last known photo below. Craft circled crudely in red.
