King is a sock thief.
He gets bored while I am on the treadmill in the basement, so he goes collecting and then brings what he finds to me like he's saying "Hey! Hey! Look what i got! Don't you want to chase me and get this back? Huh?! Don'tcha??"
Today he managed to find two of my socks, a pair of underwear, and my sweatshirt. We're working on learning not to drag dirty clothes around the house. Treadmills must seem pretty perplexing to dogs - stupid monkeys (as our cats regard us) running and running and never getting anywhere.
He also barfed up his dinner on the wood floor in the dining room, but no worries, he cleaned it up. (ICK!) I may never kiss him again...
Who am I kidding? He's so cute I can't resist. Maybe we should get some of that doggie toothpaste; I bet he'd think that's a game too :)
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Maybe you'd get more exercise by playin with him instead? :p
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