This morning started off pretty uneventfully. Phil walked over to the dog's bed and said good morning to her. She hadn't moved a muscle this morning and just laid in bed, watching the both of us get ready for the day. In fact she kind of had a, "You poor fools have to go to work while I get to sleep all day on a blanekt SUCKAS" look to her.
Then Phil noticed she was laying on something. After coaxing her to move so he could pick it up, we discovered her new snuggling item...
my bra
At some point last night she got up, found my bra, picked it up, took it to bed, and slept on it. I am mostly shocked she didn't eat it. The bra had an underwire and no padding so it couldn't have been the most comfortable thing to sleep on.
Taylor look ashamed. It was kind of like we had found her dirty magazine stash or something. She then followed me around until I left for work.
What a weirdo.
My dog does the same thing! Haha! Thanks for stopping by my blog; I'm following your blog now :)
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