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I suspect that, one day, we are going to look under a bed somewhere and find a time capsule of stolen socks, shoes, and other assorted footwear, purloined by a perverse puppy. I'm on my third set of slippers since I came home, and after he takes one of these, I'm going to have to start wearing other peoples' slippers.

Because he always steals the left one. I can't even mix and match. He laughs at us as he runs away with a sock in his mouth, too, like it's all a great game to him. So many cutesy chew toys he has, and he prefers stealing socks out of the laundry basket.


He's just lucky we love him. Because now he's licking my ankle, which is simply not on.

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(My brother, to me, after a dishwashing conversation about pirates, ninjas, calculus, and many quoted 'facts' about Chuck Norris):

"You are such a nerd, Jessie."

They're on to me.