One of my dogs (the only male, but he's been neutered, so, you know) has taken to running around the house with my underpants in his mouth. And he gets them from the dirty clothes hamper.
Maury went out back today to check on the snakes in his terrarium (wow, whole 'nother post there, huh?) and found one of my bras - actually my very favorite one because it's made of cotton and is super comfortable - out in the back yard. Though I don't know that it was the work of the same dog, I have my suspicions. One of the other dogs is too old and has always been too sensible to engage in such shenanigans, and the third one is too fat to waddle out into the backyard that far simply to drop a bra.
Gah. I woke up with a headache. And my son "rescued" one of his friends (the car puking one, in fact), from his home when his grandma started verbally attacking him, so there's another kid stashed around here somewhere.
But my big e-book project is soon to be over, and I should have more time to worry about the important things. Like a dog who loves my underwear.
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Apparently, this is not unusual...perhaps its we humans that are the disturbed ones.
I think you're absolutely right.It's us humans that are always wondering if it's OK to be how we are. Whereas, with dogs, it's like, "Hey, I'm a dog who likes my human's underpants. Deal with it."
Ooooo my St. Bernard used to do that... I had to put my clothes hamper inside a securely-closed closet door. And the more I tried to chase him down and retrieve my unmentionables, the faster he would go, big ol' white tail flying and knocking stuff... Mighty embarassing at Christmas with a house full of people. I hope you figure out a way of curing him of that soon - I never did!
lol..my hubby said his dad used to do that with his moms underpants as well.
Dogs I believe just have a twisted sense of humour. AND the ability to pass wind at will. Why else would the dog who is in love with Hoc come and sit with us when we are cozy on the lounge and let rip?
They just love to play with our minds sometimes.
Underpants are so... 1960 :-) OK, maybe more like 1966.
I could tell you about a condom eating cat, but this is a family blog.
I never had a cat eat a condom, but I did have a cat that ate a toad, one of the ones with poisonous crap in its skin. I was making blackberry jam, and the cat jumped up on the kitchen counter and started foaming at the mouth.
Don't you just hate it when that happens?
This could be worse. The dog could follow your son over to the friend's house and bring home the granny's undies. Just saying.
Thank you jaded. Thank you for making me see the bright side of the situation. Now if you'll excuse me I need to go boil my brain.
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