This, apparently, is where socks go to die. The dumb dog doesn't understand why this bothers me. She sees the fact that my children do not know how to take off their socks and put them in the laundry as something akin to hitting the lottery.
"Socks that are full of the smelly scent of some of my favorite people? Yes, please!"
She was a little put out with me picking them up and putting them in the laundry.
