The charger and cord were on the floor in the doorway.
I picked it up and found the cord was slightly chewed just above the plug to the phone. Maybe, just maybe it would work? Then I saw another place halfway down the cord that was definitely mangled! Arghhh.
I turned around and looked at 5 dogs who had been following me to the bedroom. I held up the cord and said, “Who did this?” Sam immediately ducked, his head almost on the floor, and began slow-motion walking away from me! AHA!
But no! Sam chews up shoes (leather) and elastic (bra straps), but not cords. I quickly said “Sam, it’s OK, buddy. I know it wasn’t you.” He looked hopeful and I repeated it; he relaxed a little. OK, who else chews stuff up?
And then I realized that four dogs had been with me in the living room for a couple hours, all sleeping while I read. Who wasn’t there? JAZMYN! She has been on the bed sleeping earlier. The charger was on the nightstand. AHA and EUREKA!!
I looked at Jazi, held out the cord and said “Jaz, did you do this?” She looked at me, a picture of innocence, wagged her little tail and pranced right past me as if to say “Me? Oh no, I’m the perfect kid, you know!”
Yeah, right, and I’m the queen of England.
I bought a new cord for the charger this morning.