The Original Sock Thief
"It's all his fault," the SJG said, pointing to a yellow Labrador. The dog huddled in the corner, gnawing on an argyle knee-high. "He steals every sock he comes in contact with, then chews it up and buries it god-knows-where. He's ruthless.When it comes to cotton-wool blends, he'll stop at nothing. He'll butt his head through any door. He'll raid any closet. He'll dive into any laundry basket he encounters. He'll do whatever it takes to claim his daily allotment. It's the look on his face that I find the most troubling. He knows he's been naughty. He's told to 'drop it, this instant,' but does he? No, he doesn't. He refuses on principle. Once his teeth get hold of the sock, it's all over."
When a visitor suggested that the SJG's dog couldn't possibly be responsible for all the socks that go missing in the universe, she grew reflective. "Well, duh, of course not. He's not Santa Claus. He can't be in a million places all at once. I'm just saying that if my dog steals socks, your dog steals socks. He's representative of sock thieves everywhere. So stop taking apart the dryer, stop thinking you've lost your mind, because you haven't. The truth is, socks go missing, along with our hormones, for a reason, people. And that reason is 99 percent pet-related. Whether you own a dog or a cat, a parrot or a guinea pig, I guarantee that if you get close enough, if you peer right into their souls, you will smell cotton."
It was announced today that researchers from UCLA plan to follow up on the SJG's missing sock hypothesis. "This could be right up there with String Theory," said Dr. Melvin Kimmel, professor of physics. "Or not," he added, quickly. The professor then gazed down at his naked ankle, and asked if anyone had seen a black Calvin Klein that had been on his foot a minute ago.
(12-10-09)
My Lucy is a big fan (and stealer) of socks, too! I am not upset about this. I figure, it could be shoes - count my blessings. I still haven't forgiven my then-fiance's dog for chewing a hole in my brand new Frye boots in 1976. (I hold grudges but only against animals.)
ReplyDeleteA hole in the Frye?! Not acceptable. I'd hold a grudge, too!
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