Otis, the Boston Terrier! He is such a jerk! And he is also a pathological thief! Last week some boys were playing with a soccer ball next door and Otis watched them, waiting to make his move. He then tore over there to steal their ball right out from under them! Well, they thought this was the funniest thing, and it was.
I think this dog does some serious astral traveling when he is sleeping and always knows when there are dog toys lying around the yard up on the hill. He has stolen more toys from up there than I can count. He went through a long, plastic bottle fetish because they keep their recyclables on their porch and he was forever sneaking up there when no one was looking to grab another one. Then he pranced proudly down the hill, most pleased with his new “toys.”
One time he went up there to steal a ball and because it was too big for him to get his teeth into, it took him 45 minutes to arrive down here with the ball — a walk of one minute or less. He was so exhausted and panting so hard, I thought he would have a heart attack.
Yesterday he went fishing up on the hill and proudly came back with a stuffed, toy rainbow trout. Any soft toys are immediately annihilated until they are unrecognizable and slimy, and yet he still wants someone to throw them so he can play fetch.