who needs underwear?

Last night I came home to find that Larkin had taken every single pair of underwear out of my laundry basket (I've been living out of laundry baskets until I move), and alternately chewed them up, eaten them, and hidden them around the house. I found underwear hidden in three different rooms in about six different places. She was so neurotic about it that she made the top of her nose bleed from trying to bury them. Of course, she ruined all the good pair and left the granny pants in one piece.

This is why dogs are better than men...

Because they don't get married and then hit on single women anyway.