I love my dog. She is the absolute cutest dog on the face of the planet. Sorry, you might think you have a cute one but mine is small and her face makes her look like a perpetual puppy. She is adorable. She loves me unconditionally. When I get home, she jumps onto my lap, puts her paws on my shoulders and snuggles me. She makes little whimpering noises, as if to tell me, how rough her day was while I was away. I tell her the same back.
But, this wonderful, adorable, ever loving dog has one major problem. She is an underwear thief. Yes, she seeks out underwear and steals them. I live with two young ladies (just over the teenager line). They know we live with an underwear thief, too. But, the thief is as sneaky as they come and manages to seek out and find underwear to steal. She will go through laundry baskets (clean or dirty, she is not discriminating) to find the underwear and steal them. Then, after she steals them, she chews on them. They are usually quite ruined. Well, unless you want to wear holey underwear, not to be confused with holy underwear – which is a totally different story about when I was a child and we talked about it being okay to wear “holey” underwear to church. I don’t even know why I remembered that or even what the context was. What a strange childhood I had. Oh, I digress. ADHD…where was I? Oh yes, the underwear is then ruined. This has been happening for a long time now. We all try to keep our underwear safe, but the minute we let our guard down – BAM the thief hits!
Finally, my brilliant Boo decided to just let the underwear thief keep a pair that she had pretty much ruined. So the thief then carries this pair of underwear with her at all times. When she is downstairs in her “bed”, the underwear are on the living room floor about 2 feet away. When she is in the kitchen watching me cook (aka hoping for a food accident that she can “clean” up), the underwear are on the floor in there. When she comes to bed at night, (in my room), the underwear are brought in, as well. She plays with them when I dress in the morning. This has been going on for a couple of weeks now. It is a bit disturbing.
But, this morning, after finding “her underwear” next to two additional pair of ruined underwear (Boo’s not mine!) on my bedroom floor, I have come to the conclusion that the thief cannot be cured. When I asked the thief why she stole them, “she just sighed and laid her head down.” She just can’t seem to quit. My adorable, sweet puppy is addicted to underwear.
But, this wonderful, adorable, ever loving dog has one major problem. She is an underwear thief. Yes, she seeks out underwear and steals them. I live with two young ladies (just over the teenager line). They know we live with an underwear thief, too. But, the thief is as sneaky as they come and manages to seek out and find underwear to steal. She will go through laundry baskets (clean or dirty, she is not discriminating) to find the underwear and steal them. Then, after she steals them, she chews on them. They are usually quite ruined. Well, unless you want to wear holey underwear, not to be confused with holy underwear – which is a totally different story about when I was a child and we talked about it being okay to wear “holey” underwear to church. I don’t even know why I remembered that or even what the context was. What a strange childhood I had. Oh, I digress. ADHD…where was I? Oh yes, the underwear is then ruined. This has been happening for a long time now. We all try to keep our underwear safe, but the minute we let our guard down – BAM the thief hits!
Finally, my brilliant Boo decided to just let the underwear thief keep a pair that she had pretty much ruined. So the thief then carries this pair of underwear with her at all times. When she is downstairs in her “bed”, the underwear are on the living room floor about 2 feet away. When she is in the kitchen watching me cook (aka hoping for a food accident that she can “clean” up), the underwear are on the floor in there. When she comes to bed at night, (in my room), the underwear are brought in, as well. She plays with them when I dress in the morning. This has been going on for a couple of weeks now. It is a bit disturbing.
But, this morning, after finding “her underwear” next to two additional pair of ruined underwear (Boo’s not mine!) on my bedroom floor, I have come to the conclusion that the thief cannot be cured. When I asked the thief why she stole them, “she just sighed and laid her head down.” She just can’t seem to quit. My adorable, sweet puppy is addicted to underwear.
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