Well, it's a bit embarrassing, but Duncan has turned to a life of crime. He's become an underwear thief.
Of course, he'll steal socks if underwear's not available. Or newpapers, or sticks. Anything, really. But unmentionables seem to be his favourite, since he learned to open the laundry hamper. He's snagged something from all of us at some point, so we won't identify the owner of this particular garment:
Of course, he'll steal socks if underwear's not available. Or newpapers, or sticks. Anything, really. But unmentionables seem to be his favourite, since he learned to open the laundry hamper. He's snagged something from all of us at some point, so we won't identify the owner of this particular garment:
It's a game. He'll stand in the hall, or across the room, and make tiny little "wuff" noises until we notice him. The dog equivalent of clearing his throat. Then he jumps back a few feet, inviting us to join the game. The chase is on! And it's very difficult for a single human to win. It usually takes two, and sometimes three, to catch him.
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Note to self - must stop leaving sliding door open. Good thing winter's coming! |
We need to get a new laundry hamper. One with a padlock. But then, that wouldn't solve the problem. Because at the side of the house (where Megan finally cornered him) are all those stealable stones!
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