So, here they are, the very first copies of my novels that I sent for from the company that does my self-publishing. The first version I can hold in my hands. I order one copy to do a final edit read-through, and to look for formatting errors. Notice that these three books only have the front AND rear covers torn off. Then, some of the covers were lightly chewed, while others were ripped to small shreds.
Here is my first copy of the last book in my action/humor science fiction series. It is neatly opened to the middle, and a few pages were torn out.
Flip it over, and the covers are intact.
And here, in a box, are the bits and pieces of my books… the small ones.
I remind you what my office looked like when I came home the other day.
I was not a happy camper.
Here is the shelf he pulled the books from. The arrow shows where they were. He didn’t get to my children’s books. I am happy about that. He stopped at a copy of a compilation of short stories done by many authors, of which I am one, that was put together by a blog friend of mine. The dog had plenty of choices if he wanted to eat some books.
I remember when he was a puppy. Even then, he didn’t eat my books.