The bra that broke the camel's back

My dog, Monkey, eats bras. He loves them more than any other thing. So I have become very adept at hiding them away when I take them off. Though sometimes I forget. In the last week Monkey has eaten both of my newest bras. Not only are they the newest but they are also the ones that look best on me.

When I discovered him eating my black one yesterday (which i had put under my pillow when I took it off but he discovered it in the two minutes that I was in the bathroom), I lost it. I couldn't believe that I was standing there crying over a bra but yet there I was. After a few minutes I realized it was stupid and not the end of the world. I moved on but I am still really pissed. Monkey is, of course, completely oblivious to his own actions. He is a good dog otherwise but I can't seem to break him of his underwear fetish (he has a thing for panties too).