Not a real one, mind you.  <big grin>

Well, as many of you know, Wolfie (full name Wulfgangh von Catticus)
thinks he's a dog.  He even looks a bit dog-like.  He actually heels,
and loves playing with balls.

Lately, on occasion, I have been treating myself to Red Dog beer.
It's not too expensive, and it's a halfway decent inexpensive beer.
Yeah, a cat person drinking a beer with d*g in its name -- lol!  Hey,
manufacturers, where's the Cat Beer???

The other night, I was having a few Red Dogs.  Every time I opened
one, Wolfie got very excited.  He demanded I allow him to sniff the
bottle cap before I played basketball by tossing it into the trashcan
(badly, I might add).  As soon as I tossed each cap, he got even more
excited, and jumped up to see where the cap had gone.

Now, I never saw him actually go and *fetch* one of the bottle caps.
But yesterday morning, I woke up, and looked over at my underwear,
which was hanging from a handle of my dresser, nowhere near the trash
can.

And there, neatly sitting in a little fold of my hanging underwear,
was a Red Dog beer cap.

What in the world was Wolfie thinking???

Ginger-lyn

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