Monday, November 21, 2011

Sock Love

Our new puppy, Hazel, has a serious sock fetish.  She seriously loves them!  I've actually seen the little toot run in our bedroom, lean over the edge of the laundry basket, and snag a tasty sock.  She also runs in the little guy's room and snags his socks from his floor (his floor IS his dirty clothes basket).  Tonight my big guy was taking his socks off and I told him he should just throw them right on Hazel's bed, you know, to save her a step.  He certified me "unfunny" and left the room.  Sigh...

No socks have been destroyed as a result of her sock passion, though to this anti-moisture chick, the results have been decidedly disgusting.

I'm happy to report that my socks are, to date, undesirable.  I'm good with that.

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