A Thief Amongst Us

It's been quite some time since I've written about my beloved little dog, Oliver. Some of you may have been wondering whether he still exists. I'm happy to inform you that he is alive and well and up to his usual shenanigans. His usual shenanigans being the theft of anything made of paper. Or terry cloth. Or nylon.

My bed sits pretty high above the ground and my dear little Oliver's favorite past time seems to be rooting through the garbage in my bathroom, or my sister's bathroom and pulling out tissues and other artifacts and then running as fast as he can to the safe zone underneath my bed. The safe zone is dead center, where he is exactly out of my arm's reach. He has perfected this skill.

So today as I was tidying up around the apartment, I decided that I would get a broom and push out all of the artifacts that he has so lovingly collected over the last few weeks. This was what resulted...

As you can see this is an assortment of tissues, napkins, a soap box, a knee high stocking, candy wrappers, and who knows what else. This was spread out underneath my queen sized bed. Ri-dic-u-lous! And the worst part is that he KNOWS he's wrong! LoL. That's why as soon as I hear him rummaging through the garbage can and say sternly, "Oliver!" the rummaging promptly stops and I hear the clicking of doggy toenails high-tailing it across the tile in the bathroom, scurrying as fast they can to safety underneath the bed where he can chew in peace on his new found treasure.

Hard to believe that this angelic looking little dog could wreak the havoc you saw in the picture above. Haha!