Sock Wars With My Dog

Consider this a tribute to my little dog, Sadie Skippee-doo, who is 3 years old today.  That's 21 in dog years but I think she's certainly still in her sassy teenage dog years.  She has a little mind of her own and definitely "speaks her mind" when something is not going her way.  

One of her favorite things to do is steal socks.

Every day.

Whether it's my room or Cassity's room... she'll grab a hold of a stray sock somewhere and dart out of the room and race around the apartment trying to show off her great prize.  She can dodge humans like no other so it's usually impossible to try to pin her down.

Sometimes she'll just lay there and entertain herself by tossing it in the air, catching it, pouncing it, shaking it, chewing it-- but not necessarily tearing holes-- just chewing and holding it in her mouth.

Sometimes she's a champion and steals more than one sock at a time.

This is her "Just try to catch me" stance and I pretend like I really want to get it from her and lunge towards her... but I just enjoy seeing her quick reflexes as she jumps back or to the side and takes off past me.

The all-seeing dog eyes guarding the hostage sock.

Finally she'll just relax and lay there closely next to the socks.  Sometimes, if I haven't immediately chased after her, she'll lay there and rest her chin on the sock, like, "C'mon... aren't you even going to TRY to get it from me?"  It's pretty darn cute.  Pretty much an every day routine.

Happy Birthday Sadie! :)