Here is Koda, clearly gloating over the fact that he's somehow managed to successfully steal several items of clothing today, sneaking them past me, out the back door and into the back yard.
We discovered in the midst of packing last weekend that he had stolen a pair of black socks and dug his first substantial hole in the back yard. I for one don't get the appeal of burying a pair of dirty boy socks, but to each his own, I say. Today it was my white socks with flowers, and he even managed to bite a fashionable hole in the heel of the sock. Thanks, dog!
Next it was a pair of white gloves. Due to the fact that Koda wouldn't drop the things, no matter how many times I used my deep "I'm fricking serious" voice- coupled with the fact that I was literally running in circles around the big bushy tree in our yard- I finally got the hose. The spray of water was gentle, but I found Koda's Achilles Heel- he doesn't like getting wet. He immediately ran and I recovered my white gloves, dirt on my face and all out of breath by the end of it all.
Here you see the aftermath- the bigger than life shit-eating grin on his face. Maybe you don't see it unless you live with him and have chronicled the wide array of emotions he sometimes goes through in only a series of hours, but it's there- trust me.
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