lifefullyinhabited

I have a cute little dog.  She’s a mixed breed:  part poodle, part cocker spaniel.  She’s skiddish, quiet, adorable.  And she’s a thief.

We rescued her from the pound, so we’re not sure where she got her bad self from.

Shoes are her specialty.

Well, she is a girl, after all.

Occasionally, she steals a random shirt, jacket, or pair of jeans.  These are major accomplishments for a dog that doesn’t weigh more than twenty pounds.

Her grandest theft has been the big guy’s winter boots.  She has dragged them upstairs and around corners.  One boot must weigh five pounds.

I used to put all my shoes, slippers, and boots up high so she couldn’t get to them.

I got tired of that.  So now I just leave my footwear anywhere and everywhere.  She steals a shoe here, a slipper there.

She never chews on anything.  She just steals it and guards until.  Eventually she gets bored with it.

When she goes outside, she usually has a piece of footwear between her jaws.  She drops it outside and comes back in.

Shoes and slippers dry out.  I get everything back eventually. 

It’s fun to watch her think she’s being sneaky.  She has hiding places, like the middle of the bed.  Under my desk.

Oh yeah, she likes dirty socks, too.

No accounting for that.

Anyway, now you have a glimpse into my insane little household.

Remind me to tell you some other time about how this dog also marks her territory with bits of kibble.

Have a blessed day and a blessed weekend!

Vicki