I used to have an orangie named Timmy who was famous for scattering our underwear all over the house. Timmy was selective, though, he only dragged clean undies around.

We'd come home and there would be a trail of unmentionables from the basement to the kitchen to the dining room to the living room and up the stairs! My girls were at the age where this kind of thing embarrassed them if their friends came over (esp. boys!).

Now we just laugh about it.

Mystic, you are a HOOT!