Ok, who ate my wool socks and left holes big enough for all the toes to stick out, as if I didn’t know? I’m going to find out who did the wash last week and give them holy old what for. Oh my Striped Socks! Wait, maybe the washer is eating my socks although these holes look suspiciously like they were done with dogteeth, but I could be wrong.

I bet I could just get a new pair of socks online right now, but I want to find out who ate my socks and the make them pay for the new pairs. It’s funny but these holes look a lot like dogteeth were having at them and if that is the case, then I have an idea who might have eaten these socks. But that’s silly, how would the Dalmatian ever get her lips on my woolies, as they are never left out where she can get at them, unless she took them out of the laundry basket. Or did someone leave my prize woolie socks out where Miss Deija Vue took them and played tug of war with them with the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel Pixie? I need to travel and a Marrakech Holiday

The more I look at these holes; I’m convinced the Dalmatian did this, which means I should check her teeth for evidence. Looks like it might be time to take a wander on down to the laundry room and find out who did the socks last week and ask them if they noticed my socks were shredded or not. No wonder I have holes in my socks when someone else does the washing, but hold on here because it could be that a dog did this too. Where are my Over Knee Socks? I suppose I wouldn’t mind a hole or two, but this right sock has enough holes in it that there is more hole than sock and who in heck can wear something like this? I am sure that Weimaraner is behind this dastardly deed as she never did respect socks and would actually eat the whole thing if given a chance. I suppose I could just log online and buy myself another nice pair or two of woolies at my fave socks website, but I honestly have to admit that the suspense is about to do me in. If I find woolen balls in Pixie’s bed I will know that she was the thief who snuck my socks out of the laundry basket and had at them. I’d just bet my sister wasn’t paying attention to Chirp and she took the socks. Ok, that’s the absolute limit.