I'm reading last night in the living room, when I notice River slink in from the hallway. She has that guilty look about her, where she's trying not to be seen. I also notice that she's dragging my yoga pants with her, the legs of the pants trailing out behind her. And she's heading for the back yard. She didn't make it.
...this time. DH has found two of my shirts out back in the last couple of days. And this is not the first time she's tried to make a break for it with my pants. And what does she do with the clothes? Nothing. Except drool on them and then leave them out there. Goof ball.
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