The DOOM Spaniels

A thefting! A thefting! I had a really nasty migraine last week. The Spaniels were mostly understanding, but Gwyn did bring me five towels. For some reason we were really focusing on terrycloth this week, I guess 😄

What have you got there, my littol?

Ah yes, my shirt, I see, I see. And what are you doing with it?

Ah yes, wrassling it into submission, I see, yes.

Oooooh, and now that you have defeated it, you deliver it safely to me for a reward, huh?

Well, I do pay liver treats for stolen shirts, as a matter of fact.

Mischief(tm)

Auntie packed up her car and drove away. About an hour later, Gwyn brought me Auntie's hat from the cabinet beside the door. She's only ever stolen it once before, when Auntie was also out of the house. Gwyn can obviously reach it any time she wants... but she doesn't.

During Story Time, Gwyn found a sock that none of us will claim. She was adamant that someone acknowledge her terrible, naughty, rotten crime (the Spaniels recognize all these words as associated with treats 😄). But nobody here wears ankle socks... now we're concerned she might have access to Hammerspace.

I haff bwung you thiff gifft! It's a mouth wrankle. Also a sock (stoled).

The laundry farmer hauls her latest harvest to the market.

"What'll you give me for it, hmmmm?" *schlorp*

The face of a young lady who has stolen a wool glove and is trying to get me to notice...

The face of a young lady who has realized she doesn't want to give it back!

She eventually set it down politely, but she had Regrets.