Just heard my mother in law hollering at Dunc.
He came running past me with one of her unmentionables undergarment a bra in his mouth and grandma following hot on his fluffy ass.
Dude is not a golden retriever he’s a golden taker he loves to play chase me. She is reading him the riot act you stop stealing my clothes now I have to hand wash this again she’s telling him.
Awhile back i couldn’t find one of my tennis shoes then one day I went to let shithead in and he sat there with the shoe in his mouth.
No clue how long it was out in backyard he just gives you the look it’s mine now golden creep.
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Lots of fur babies have shared our home and generated lots of good stories, but not a one beats yours, AllaN01Bear!
Cats aren't innocent either. Last December 23, I had taken Rosie out for her walk and when we got back I couldn't find my keys anywhere. I usually place my keys on a hook by the door when I first come in but that day I was distracted and didn't. I tore my apartment apart looking for them and even retraced the steps that Rosie and I took during our walk. It was driving me crazy and it threatened to torpedo my plans to go to a friend's house on Christmas Day because sometimes my door doesn't stay closed if it's not locked and I couldn't risk my cats getting out and running all over the building. The leasing office was closed for the holiday so there was no way I could get a spare set. I had an extra key fob for my car but I couldn't go anywhere because my door wouldn't shut properly.
So I got up the next day and searched everywhere again. No luck. When I thought all hope was lost, I noticed something shiny in the litter box. Peeking out was the corner of my car key fob. My keys had turned into a cat toy and one of them buried my keys in the litterbox. SO GROSS. Luckily, I acquired one of those Phone Soap UV sanitizers during Covid to sanitize my phone, credit cards, driver's license, etc. I rinsed them off then threw them in that thing and ran it through about 10 cycles.
I'll never forget to immediately hang up my keys again. 
Reminds me of a dog I used to take care of when my friends would go on vacation.
Her name was Sheba, and she had a sock fetish.
It took a while to learn that if you ever wanted to see your socks again, NEVER throw them on the floor. I don't know where she took them, I don't know where she hid them. But if she got them, they were history.
