Sock fetish??

I couldn't figure out why, today, my socks kept following me around. Sounds odd, I know.....imagine how I felt!

I'm not talking about the socks on my feet. haha! I just realized that you all might think i'm nuts. But this truly happened.....

As I've gone about my day today, every now and again, I've noticed my little below-the-ankle socks have been popping up in the wierdest places throughout my home. I really didn't think much about it until just a few moments ago. I just figured maybe I dropped a few out of the laundry basket sometime between last night, and this afternoon.

The first time I actually turned my head about it was just a few moments ago, when I was walking out of my bathroom. I had gone in to fix my hair, and when I turned around, Happy (our big bassett hound) was RIGHT behind me. (I didn't think this was out of the ordinary, as he's slightly "clingy" and likes to go where ever a warm body is.... in fact, he's laying on my feet right now.) I bent over and patted his head and said "hey baby Happy, what are you doing?", tugged on his ears, and then stepped backwards so I could regain my footing to step over him (as he is longer than he is tall). At that moment, I stepped on something, and before I knew what it was, I jumped off of it, thinking it was Happy's toe. Then I realized that he didn't cry out, so i looked down, and there was my sock.

"That's funny.....that wasn't there a moment ago," I thought to myself. But at that moment, I recalled that wasn't the first time I had seen a randomly displaced sock.

Normally an anal "pick everything up off the floor that doesn't belong" kind of person, I didn't think twice about shrugging it off, thinking that I'd grab it later....I've become a little lazy on the weekends. I walked back out into our bedroom towards my side of the bed to check my phone. Realizing that my phone was elsewhere inthe room instead of where I was heading, I whirled around, and again.....there was Happy...RIGHT behind me, clingy as ever. But.....what was with him.......my sock.

I picked it up, and it was all wet. (EWW...Happy slobber!!)

That's when I realized he had grabbed a couple of socks out of my laundry basket throughout the day, and has been following me around the house with them.

I picked it up, and put it back in the laundry basket. He reached in with his long face, and grabbed it out, along with one of Joey's socks.

I called Joe to tell him the funny story, and he said that every time he comes home off the road, Happy has pulled down every one of his socks off his shelf and lays them on the floor next to the bed. I've never noticed!!!! What a crazy dog!!! I think he just wants to play a crazy game of "pull your teeth out" tug-o-war. :)