I want everything I make to be loved to death. Use it, abuse it, wear it out. Do whatever you will with it. Camping, picnic, etc. When it leaves my hands, it's yours.
Pets are like "children" to a lot of people. (I'm not one of them, but I'm not going to judge them.) You don't get upset if a baby spits up or otherwise on a quilt. Likewise, you can't blame a dog for doing stupid doggie things.
I'd be more upset if it had been given to Goodwill, sold on Craigslist, or was sitting unused in a closet.