the four-footed one has developed a thing for bags. Handbags, messenger bags, backpacks and shopping bags. None of these are safe from her curiosity. Or her nose. Or her paws.
I’m not sure when she first discovered her thing for bags, but I can attest to having her paws in my bag. I caught her today with her nose, rooting around in one of my bags. There is something there that she would find interesting, but still she does it. It’s a little odd, but super embarrassing when she does it to a guest.
A little earlier today we had a dear friend of Beloved’s drop by for a visit. The four-footed one wasn’t just interested in the person. Oh no! She happily stuck her head in the bag, and at some point she climbed right in and made herself at home. Because who wouldn’t want a dog in their bag?
Thankfully this friend was understanding about our poorly behaved dog. Which I guess is really a reflection on us. Beloved also has a thing for bags. It’s why he bought me a new backpack even though there is nothing wrong with my current one. See? The dog gets it from him. Not that he sticks his nose, hands or body in visitors’ bags, but you get the idea.