He came trotting into the foyer with some pink piece of material. He played with it for a little bit then picked it up with his teeth and started to drag it off to the dining room. It was so long, he kept stepping on it! He looked so happy but I was getting concerned --- what could it possibly be?
It was a pink sweater of mine that he'd found in the laundry basket! Needless to say, I had to take it away and he was not pleased.
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