With the socks and underwear (not mine, I put mine in the bathroom hamper that closes, thank you very much) are her companion toys. She carries them around, lays them upon her bed, holds them delicately in her mouth, but she does no actual harm aside from being just plain slobbery and nasty.
With the dog toys, well, that's a different story. We've discovered that she has a super power. She is able to puncture a plush toy with a very tiny hole and pull every bit of stinkin' stuffing out. Now, she doesn't stop there, no way. Once she's disemboweled them, she spreads the innards about the house, here, there, and everywhere. So, what do we find? One very flat, sad, and deflated toy skin and a veritable snow storm of white stuff. The scene has "Yee-Haw!" written all over it.
Her latest victim? A sweet blue octopus we've had for about eight years that went from eight tentacles...to five tentacles (after I did some repair work)...to just a skin. Dave affectionately calls it "Emptopus".
Good thing we admire super powers in this family....
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