For some strange reason my dog loves socks. In my top dresser sits a pile of socks, each pair has at least two holes, right where the toes are. Some way, some how, he makes his way to my laundry sack. I try hiding it in my closet, even on the top shelf. No matter what I do, he finds them. His favorite time is when they are fresh off my feet, straight from work. It’s like some sick twisted fetish that only dogs have, like a guy who gets off on sniffing undies. My dog is a sicko. I typed online, “Why do dogs chew socks.” I discovered dogs love the scent of the ones they love the most. Hmm… THAT MAKES SENSE. That’s cool and all, but I need my socks, that display of adoration and worship is costing he money. If there was one command could teach him it would be. STOP CHEWING MY SOCKS!

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