This is a tale of a Papillon and a large pair of bright magenta panties.
I was in the shower and opened the door to wipe my face; as usual, my 3 small dogs- Papillons Cricket & Bunny and Rat Terrier Sammy were all gathered there. Cricket and Sammy were laying on the bath mat with chewies. Bunny was laying on my dirty clothes I took off last night after work and left on the bathroom floor.
See, Bunny has a ‘thing’ for rolling on my dirty clothes. I guess she likes that they smell like ‘Mom’. No harm, no foul, she doesn’t chew on anything, just rolls on her back. Except this time, she had managed to roll herself through one of the leg openings of my underwear, so she was wearing them around her waist like a tutu.
I asked her what she was doing, and she gave me that happy-dog smile and wagged her tail. “Nothin’.” I heard her inner little girl chirp.
“Bunny, come here.” I said as calmly as I could.
“Uh oh.” Her happy-dog smile was replaced with a look of trepidation. “I think Mama’s not happy about something.” She stood up and took a couple steps toward me, but when I reached out of the shower, she did a quick about turn and dashed out of the bathroom, the bright magenta panties still hooked on her tail, flipped jauntily over her back.
Once I finished my shower, I found them on the dining room floor no worse for the journey.
There is an old legend about an Arabian mare named Of the Cloak, because when her rider tossed his cloak off for better movement when being chased by his enemy, he found that her tail, carried high over her back had caught the cloak and brought it back to camp. Mabe I need to change Bunny’s name to Of the Panties.
My SO has a cat that has a ‘thing’ for my boots, of all things.
After I’ve taken my boots off, Nick will rub his cheeks (jowls?) all over my boots for a couple of minutes.
Just my boots, not my tennis shoes, not her boots or shoes. MY boots. (Multiple pairs, too.)
WTF?!
Stinky socks are a special treat for one of our cats. Pixel loves to roll around on my socks when I take them off after work. The other cats run away from the stench, but Pix revels in it.
When I toss a shirt on the bed, I can be assured within 30 seconds there will be a cat sitting on it.
We had a cat that loved mine and my dads shoes whenever she was in heat. As creepy as it was watching her “present” to the shoes, it was worse if we were wearing them. Because then she’d try to hump them.
I’ve had animals steal the shoes right off of my feet on a couple of occasions.
Our class ferret untied my shoe while I was fretting over a Spanish vocab test. Then the weaselly little bastard jerked it off my foot and took it under the radiator.
I was at a friend’s house when her cat came out of nowhere and yanked my flip-flop off so hard that I fell down.
FWIW, I think Bunny of the Panties is a pretty spectacular name for a dog.
I had a greyhound that had a thing for the oven mitt and for my leather gardening gloves. I could be walking across the yard and suddenly — whoosh! – a glove would get ripped off my hand and a big goofy dog would be racing around in circles with it in his mouth.
Sometimes it would take a loooong time to get the yard raked.
Our cat (a fixed male) has a thing for my wife’s pajamas. Every morning, as she’s getting ready for work, he’ll grab a corner of her now-discarded pajamas in his teeth, and begin to consummate conjugal relations with them. It’s pretty weird.
The only point at which a sock is safe from Lil Miss Rowdy is before it’s ever worn. Once it has phouka footie smell on it, it is the most treasured, coveted thing in the universe.
