Remembrances

I was doing my laundry this morning and I started folding up my socks. Molly, of course, is laying right at my feet wanting a belly rub and it made me remember back when she was a young pup and she used to love getting a hold of my socks. I would be sitting in my computer room and she would grab one and walk by the door, stand in the door way, and just shake my sock as hard as she could and run like hell. If I didn't get up and chase her the first time, she would come by and shake it with more emphasis until I finally got up and chased her. Who says dogs do not have an imagination? With my wife, it was tissues. My wife always had to have one in her hand so she could shove it up her nostril and she would leave them on the couch or laying in the bed with her except with my wife, Molly would go one step further. She would grab the tissue and tear it to shreds and leave the scraps laying all over the house. Molly did it all with a smile on her face.