Buttons and Socks

Started in on laundrey only to discover that my miniature poodle had, once again, chewed the buttons off of two pair of my shorts. Admittedly, he is the type of poodle that gives poodles a bad name ~ completely hyper and needier than a grown man with a cold. I could live with the button chewing, but am at a loss as to where they are going. I mean we never find them. I can only assume that they have teamed up with the single socks that go missing from the dryer, and are starting a sock puppet family.