a morning like most...

This is my life. Today is my day off so I let S get out of bed first and make the coffee, a treat for me. He slips into the next room to get dressed and only seconds pass before he says, "Moooooxie... give me the sock". This is what she does, she does't even put her heart into the thievery anymore, she just walks by a sock and snatches it up and keeps trucking along. We don't chase her, we just follow behind and remove the sock. She's just filling her sock void, going through the motions. So is Scott.

We sit at the kitchen table sipping our brown goodness and you know who comes prancing by with who knows what. "She's got something in her mouth," I say, I have no idea what it is. A receipt? A piece of mail? S sings a song to her about what a bad dog she is. S sings songs about everything in the morning. I'm not kidding - all to the same tune, about dogs, about walking dogs, about breakfast, about coffee, it's pretty fucking adorable. I'm quite sure this is why she continues to eat non food things obsessively. 

It was a piece of newspaper she had, about 5 square inches. We took it away instead of letting her swallow it, but who knows how much she ate before she came to us. A chunk of news, probably something from the AZ Daily star boasting our fantastic local politics. Maybe she was making a statement?