Recently, Ozzy discovered a new toy. Only it’s not a doggy toy. It’s not even a toy.
It’s my bra.
I would be totally supportive of Ozzy if he sat Kiefer and I down one day and told us he liked to dress up like a girl. But that’s not what he does with the bra.
Instead he plays a game with it: Keep the Bra Away from Thoughtsy. Only it’s not a fun game for me.
Ozzy has stolen at least
4 5 bras from the laundry basket and then pranced around the house with them.
Thoughtsy: Kiefer! Your dog stole my bra…again.
Kiefer: That’s my boy!
Thoughtsy: Shouldn’t you be more possessive of my over-the-shoulder boulder holder?