Hoarders

Emily:

Have you ever heard of that show on A&E, "Hoarders"? It is quite possibly the saddest show on television. And my dog is one.

I was trying to figure out why I only had one of my two comfy socks. I cleaned the entire house looking for it. My dog, Buddy, followed me around, probably wondering why I was muttering to myself and constantly throwing things around in my attempt to find my sock.

Suddenly, a ray of light shone through my window toward the bottom of my bed. "It can't be!" I exclaimed in my head. So, following the obvious inspiration from above, I got down on my belly and found, among other things, these:

Yes, indeed, that is my comfy sock on the left. In addition, two mismatched slippers (the companions have been thrown away long ago), some stuffing from an old pillow I tossed about a year ago, a swimsuit breast liner for which the suit is LONG gone, a cup, a glove for skiing, a notebook from my husband's old job, a plug-into-the-wall USB dock to charge ipods and the like, and a tax document I didn't even realize was missing and will now have to file a correction for this year (UGH!). I believe I need therapy for the discovery of my dog's obsessive need to hoard.

Perhaps I ought to clean under the bed more often. In my defense, there is a bed skirt.