Sock retriever

Sadie's instincts tell her that she's supposed to retrieve things. Because I don't use her to hunt birds or small game, she has to find other ways to entertain this instinct. And that always seems to involve socks.



She's always bringing them to me. It doesn't matter if they're clean or dirty. If it's a sock and she can get her dainty little mouth on it, she brings it to me. She tries to act cool, like she brought it into the room and I just happened to be there.



But she always looks to me for affirmation. And of course I comply.



And then she gingerly drops it into my lap.



And then looks for more affirmation.

And of course I comply.