Socks are the most wonderful thing. They keep you warm and snuggly in the Winter when your toes get ice cold. They come in all kinds of colors (which I think odd, since nobody sees them) and fabrics, and are just so comfortable. Too bad, I don’t have any, at least that match any way. It seems that Phobe, the new puppy loves socks. She especially likes the smelly, pre-wornsocks, but she has worked her way up to all socks. If I go to the sock drawer, she cannot be around, because she will snatch them right out of my hands, and run off, with the socks never to be seen again. I use to pride myself in being a master sock matcher. I once matched 90 pairs of socks. Now, that is no longer possible, because pieces of thread do not count as socks. Hopefully, one day, she will get over this sock fetish and I will be able to come to work and not panic when you look down.
Ok so my wife and I were out walking the dogs when one of the dogs had to go and we both forgot our bags. Fortunately there was a gopher hole close by. Poor gopher.