Every time Jasmine enters the house, she's all, "Hey! I need to find a sock PRONTO!" And somehow, a sock appears out of nowhere and says, "Pick me! Pick me!" And she obliges. And then I have to pry open her jaws of steel, retrieve the sock, and toss it into the hamper because--really. Socks covered in dog saliva are just slightly disgusting.
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What is it with dogs and socks?! That picture could easily have been taken in our house. Except our dog is a German Sheppard mix.
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