It's all my fault

Skooter broke my glasses. I left Skooter out in the house while I went to bible study because I couldn't get him into his kennel. He chose one item to chew on - my brand new glasses. I should have been wearing them, but forgot them. It's my fault that he got to them. I'm not mad at him at all. I'm mad at myself for leaving him out and for leaving my glasses in the living room where he could get to them. I do have a spare pair. I don't know how much it will cost to get them fixed. Oh gosh.