While I love my puppies. . . they do try me sometimes. . . I just folded my laundry and thought, 'Huh, Jake must have done some wash' because there were none of a certain undergarment for me to fold. Knowing full well I wore a pair every day, I just thought they got washed without me. Until I came upstairs. . . . and looked under the bed Jimmy Ray fancies hiding under to find not one, not two but SIX pair of my underwear shredded. Apparently each night he is taking them out of the laundry basket and stashing them there. I guess we need a hamper that has a lid. . . . because that is pretty disgusting! But a small piece of me chuckles at the thought that my dog is trying to build a stash of his favorite things to rival my yarn stash. . . .