OK, I won’t usually blog about my dog, but this one is too funny to pass up.
Tonight I went to relax in my hot tub after a long week and a cool Florida evening. I slipped out of my pajamas and socks and quickly slid into the hot water. As I was relaxing with a glass of wine, my husband let out our dog, Yoda, then joined me in the hot tub. We watched her run around and then I saw her mischievously sprint across the yard carrying something in her mouth. So I said to my husband “Yoda has an animal in her mouth. It’s white, I think?”
“Are you sure it’s not your sock?” he responded.
I thought about his question and the fact that she does have and obsession with socks and earlier in the day I caught her chewing on my bra. With this realization, I looked down at my discarded clothes and recognized she took my sock from right under me. She proudly ran across the yard again with the object in her mouth. I called “Yoda”. She went in the other direction and came back empty mouthed. I called her name again and she disappeared. So I decided to get out of the hot tub to see what’s up. I found her in front of the door with my sock covered in mud and innocent look on her muzzle. It reminded me of the commercial “troubled” by Traveler’s Insurance…but with a more troubled dog.
“It’s not me,” I could imagine her thinking with deception. “No, not me. The cat did it!”