She's a 4 1/2 year old German Shepherd mix, and she's the sweet, sweet, protector of my world. She oversees all the doings at our house. We adopted her on her last day at doggie-death-camp (aka Denver Municipal Shelter). She was a stray. She was malnourished and very, very sick. Didn't take long to nurse her back to health: 40 treats and 200 kisses a day will do that!
She potty-trained herself = ZERO accidents in the house (and she lived on the street her whole pup-life, pre-adoption), crate-trained with ease (although she did growl like a mad-dog in the mornings when she wanted out), she was top in her obedience class (she was very good at correcting the hyper beagle when he got out of control), and she never, ever chewed on anything that wasn't "hers."
She used to guard our garbage. Whenever we'd take the trash out, she'd come over and guard it and us, like she trained at Loomis Fargo. Seriously, the Queen, Herself, couldn't ask for better security detail. Now she hoards our socks. Four years into living together, you think you know a dog, and it's just now that her sock fetish has reared its ugly head.
This is her latest sock collection. No sock is safe. No location is sacred. She actually noses her way into H's hamper and pulls out the socks! Turn your back for two seconds...your sock is history, baby. I guess it could be worse, she could like underwear or Danskos.And randomly, she'll chew you a nice little hole in the end of your sock, just in case you need...a hole...in the end of your...sock.
We used to fight it. We'd find her with her paws on top of the sock, head down over it in protect mode, and we'd take it away from her. We'd tell her it's not her sock and give her one of the many, many approved dog toys scattered throughout the house. She never growls or snaps. She just looks very disappointed when you take away her latest acquisition. Now, we just let her keep them. Dogs live, what, 10-15 years? I can live without a couple socks for the next 6-11 years, knowing she was a happy, happy sock-loving pooch.
As proof: this is about half of the "approved" dog toy pile. I pile them on the bed, Miss Marley scatters them throughout the house...it's a great game!
We are very lucky that Marley realizes that the socks are Daisy's so we don't have to mediate any disputes over hosiery.
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Aw. My (copy) cat Xerox had a sock fetish too - he'd pull them out of the drawer while I was gone and I'd come home to them scattered everywhere. I have a couple pics of him playing with some, throwing them up in the air. It was hilarious!
MY TEACUP POODLE HAS A SOCK FETTISH. HE TAKES THE SOCK AFTER I TAKE IT OFF AND WADS IT UP IN HIS MOUTH AND CRIES, CIRCLES AROUND INSIDE THE HOUSE TO FIND A PLACE TO HIDE IT,HIDES IT, THEN TAKES IT AWAY AGAIN ONLY TO DO THE HIDING AGAIN. HE GROWLS IF I TRY TO TKAE THE SOCK. HE THEN BRINGS THE SOCKS TO BED WITH US AND IN THE MORNING I AM THE OWNER OF THE SOCKS AGAIN. I CAN PICK UP THE SOCK THEN AND PUT IT IN THE LAUNDRY BASKET. BUT ONCE THE SOCK IS OFF MY FOOT HE OWNS IT, TIL THE MORNING. THE OWNER OF HIS SISTER HAS THE SAME ISSUE, BUT SHE REMOVES THE SOCKS RIGHT OFF OF THE OWNERS CHILDRENS FEET AS THEY ARE WALKING. MUST BE A FAMILY "NUT BALL" ISSUE. LOL
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