Wife: "What are they doing with that?"

Me: "Oh, crap! &%@$#!!"

Dogs (year-old terrier/pug pups) had gotten into spare bedroom, with a door that does not latch as well as I thought, and pulled my new (Christmas present!) long blonde wig off the bed where it lay with other items being sorted. They were in the office, attacking it after dragging it through the yard. My wife spent 10 minutes combing yard trash out of it.

Who else has had unusual issues with pets and their CD collection?

(Fortunately for them, they are too adorable for me to stay mad.)