I love the smell of socks in the morning

This morning when Mom let me out of my crate I didn't bother to say hello to anyone. Instead, I ran over and found a pair of Dad's socks rolled into a ball. Sadly they were new clean socks-his used socks taste much better. So I grabbed the socks, settled back into my ready to run at any second pose and growled my "come and get me" growl. Mom chased me around the bedroom for a while but then she gave up cause they were Dad's socks. Then when I wasn't looking, she pounced!