Matt and I wake up the other night to Whiskey rolling around in his kennel being SO noisy. Matt jumps up out of bed and turns the light on to see if he was ok. He was fine, just moving a lot. I rolled over and went back to bed. A few seconds later, I feel Matt tapping me on the shoulder. He says,
"honey, when did I put on your shirt???"
me: "umm...you have MY shirt on???"
matt: "ha, yes...but WHY?"
me: "I don't have a clue. Go back to bed...and take off my shirt."
I am not kidding you either. There he is in boxer briefs and my long sleeve V-NECK purple shirt! All I could think of was "fat guy in a little coat..."
We have been laughing for days!
The other day while Matt and I were getting ready for work, Whiskey took a pair of my underwear and ran away with them. He does this with everything: clean laundry, dirty laundry, the recycling, etc... We usually chase him around until we corner him then get it back. This time, while running away from Matt, Whiskey SWALLOWED MY UNDERWEAR WHOLE!!! And no, this was not a little thong, it was normal underwear. Luckily, W passed it yesterday!! Matt and I have never been so thrilled to see poop.