Mischief(tm)

Well, I do pay liver treats for stolen shirts, as a matter of fact.

A thefting! A thefting! I had a really nasty migraine last week. The Spaniels were mostly understanding, but Gwyn did bring me five towels. For some reason we were really focusing on terrycloth this week, I guess 😄

I haff bwung you thiff gifft! It's a mouth wrankle. Also a sock (stoled).

During Story Time, Gwyn found a sock that none of us will claim. She was adamant that someone acknowledge her terrible, naughty, rotten crime (the Spaniels recognize all these words as associated with treats 😄). But nobody here wears ankle socks... now we're concerned she might have access to Hammerspace.

Auntie packed up her car and drove away. About an hour later, Gwyn brought me Auntie's hat from the cabinet beside the door. She's only ever stolen it once before, when Auntie was also out of the house. Gwyn can obviously reach it any time she wants... but she doesn't.

I haff bwung you thiff gifft.

It turns out Auntie The Tertiary Human has a whole STASH of socks in the guest room, would you believe??