Hickory Dickory Dock...

...my dog ran away with my sock! So, I had the laundry all folded (the part of laundry I don't mind), but didn't yet have it put away (the part of laundry I very much do mind). I went to grab a pair of socks from the pile and low and behold, there lie only one sock from the pair. Where oh where did the other sock go? I then notice that there are quite a few socks missing from the pile. A bell goes off in my brain as I realize that the Sock Wolf has struck again. The Sock Wolf, aka Sami, my dog, has somewhat of a sock fetish. She waits for a moment when we're not looking and then she goes in for the steal. She takes one of those little foot warmers in her mouth and carries it around proudly like it's her little puppy. She then proceeds to hide them in various corners of our house. Protecting them? maybe. Playing with our minds in effort to drive us crazy? quite possibly. I walked out to the living room and sure enough I find a minefield of socks strewn across the room. If only I could teach her to protect the little socks by putting them away in the appropriate drawer. Surely they would be much safer in there and I might be a little happier too!