Dora is . . . well, a hoarder; it probably stems from the fact that she spent quite a bit of time as a stray before we rescued her. Anyway, I followed her to her crate when she did a snatch and grab of the scissors while I was wrapping gifts to find . . . a coffee mug, the food scoop, our other dog’s bowl, and the scissors. In fact, whenever ANYTHING is missing, her crate is the first place we look.

I’m still trying to figure out why we found a knife under her bed the other night though. That’s just . . . disturbing.