Topper Times

Memoirs of a Acknowledged Sock Thief Pt:8

What a difference a day makes. I’m nibbling on the same sock from my last post, but after I hid it under the bed and its scents could really settle in.

(Entry seven: Melange navy calf-length sock)

04/21/12

Memoirs of a Acknowledged Sock Thief Pt: 7

No, my sock cravings have not ceased. I’ve heard that the road to recovery starts with hitting bottom- and there are plenty more socks in the drawers, so I guess I have a while to go.

(Entry seven: Melange navy calf-length sock)

04/18/12

First of all, I owe everyone a HUGE apology for not blogging the past few weeks. I got caught up with nice weather, along with a few other personal dilemmas.

Anyway, I was taken to 4 Paws on Division for a bone and was blown away by how much stuff there I wanted. I was promised the 2-headed dragon toy next time we run down there.

04/17/12

Memoirs of a Acknowledged Sock Thief Pt: 6

The thrill of being caught! Just part of sock stealing. Here’s a great candid pic of me coming out of the bathroom, freshly discarded socks in mouth, as my keeper awaited in our room with her camera and flash ready. Notice how green my eyes become? Sometimes that’s all of me visible in the pitch black.

(Entry six: Black ankle sock with yellow toes)

03/21/12

Memoirs of a Acknowledged Sock Thief Pt: 5

Ah, a perfect night! Got this great sock score, then hunkered down to watch The Voice. What a Monday!

(Entry five: Fuchsia ankle sock)

03/18/12

My bowls! Yes! Ready Set Fire did a great job firing and glazing my bowls- I got them back about a week ago, but I wanted to wait to blog about them until I was finally bought this place mat I’ve coveted for months now. It’s from Furever Pets on Broadway- probably the swankiest pet store in the city and just a little bit of the walk from my house.

03/13/12

Memoirs of a Acknowledged Sock Thief Pt: 4

Easy score. The best time to sock steal is when my keepers take a shower. Every time it happens I make sure to go through their pockets for leftover treats they forgot to give me, and snag the socks they chose for the day.

(Entry four: Black ankle sock with deep purple toes.)

03/13/12

Memoirs of a Acknowledged Sock Thief Pt: 3

Caught red-handed!

Sloppiness: I’ve heard it’s the downfall of most criminals and now, ladies and gentlemen, I’m afraid I’m no exception.

(Entry Three: Unusual hand-shaped sock, black)

03/5/12

Midnight snack, guys. I was so, so, so, so good all day. Even though my Keepers were gone AND it was horrible outside AND the mailman bugged me to near death.

But as soon as the night cooled down, I felt a little too cozy and couldn’t stop myself from sock-stealing. I’d be sorry, except I’m really not.

(Entry 2: Athletic sock with silver stripe)

03/1/12

Memoirs of a Acknowledged Sock Thief Pt: 1

In the back of my head I knew it from day one. I knew that I’d find something I could not stop myself from.

Like all the other dogs.

For some it was tearing up shoes. Or books. For others it was rummaging through the trash bins. I’ve met some who lick themselves, without rest, for hours. And though I dabbled in all of the above, none of them stuck- they all lacked the nagging satisfaction of a habit to-be.

Then, maybe a month ago, while my keeper was in the bath, I took from her pile of discarded robes a single sock. I didn’t rip it or shake it or hide it. I just held it in my mouth and let the flavor of my keeper’s day comfort my mouth until I fell asleep.

This is my purpose. This is my curse. This is me. Topper. Whole. Complete. Ashamed.

(Entry One: Teal sock with Pink Flowers)

02/29/12