Tag Archives: Panty Thief

Esme Hood: Princess of Thieves

When Esme was little, she stole stuff. To date, here’s a list of items she’s thieved:

  • Socks
  • Undies
  • Straws
  • Tostitos
  • Popcorn
  • A plastic baggie with a blueberry muffin in it. She dragged it under the bed. I assume she was saving it for later.

Now that she’s older, she can’t be bothered with stealing things. Instead she just plops down on them.

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You want this pair of jeans? You’re going to have to get through me first.

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Ozzy Pups: Panty Thief

Ozzy and I have finally reached an understanding in our relationship.

As long as I…

  • Pay attention to him 80% of the time, he’ll entertain himself the other 20% of the time.
  • Forget to clean the litter box, he’ll clean it for me.
  • Give him a treat occasionally after I say, “Drop it,” he’ll drop my stolen undies and socks on command.
  • Take him out back first, he won’t make me bag his poo on our walks.
  • Let him chase Esme occasionally, he’ll sometimes sit with her quietly.

Ozzy

When Kiefer was gone, Ozzy and I have spent a lot of time together. A lot. Almost too much.

Just when I think I’m about to lose my patience (and my voice), he plops down beside me, puts his head in my lap, and licks my hand.

And then I forgive him for the 5 minutes earlier with him running around the house with undies swinging from his mouth and chanting, “Panties! Glorious panties!” (Yes, Ozzy can talk.)

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