Someone loves to steal my slippers, she is a thief with sad eyes...because she knows they are not hers. She just likes to retrieve them.
She gives herself away every time she steals them...she wags her tail...whop whop whop on anything she passes and she sounds off with a low throaty growl...a sure sign that she has something...this week it was a ball of painters tape from the project Andy was working on, Jen's mittens, another cardboard box...and the most exciting of all she retrieved a pair of scissors and took them to Far Guy.
After all in dog years she is probably a teenager...persistent and demanding sometimes.
She and I have an ongoing fight about the patio door...if I am in the kitchen she will put her paw on the patio door to let me know that she would like to go out...I ask her to sit...if she does I let her out the door and if she refuses I don't let her out...she has a perfectly good doggie door elsewhere that she can use. Sometimes if looks could kill...I would be dead...cause she can give me "the look."