She sneaks in from the bedroom.
Head down, refusing to look anyone in the eye.
With anything else, I can just tell her to spit it out, and she drops whatever she's chewing.
Doesn't she sort of look like that commercial where the dog has dentures? And isn't it a big mouthful? Just how many socks are in there?
TWO! The socks I wore on my walk last night. She stayed in that spot, guarding the socks for about an hour. Doesn't she look so sad that I have made her spit them out? She usually hides them. Under that pillow, beneath a blanket, between the couch cushions. But her most secretive, favorite spot - under Lovey's pillow! he-he-he!
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