We learned some time ago that Ranger likes blankets. He likes to nap on
them, but he also like to carry them around the house with him. We've got
a bunch of small throws, around 4 feet by 5 feet, in several areas of the
house (a couple on the futons, on on the back of each chair, etc). We got
tired of Ranger pulling the throws off the furniture, so we got him a
couple of his own. We'll leave one in the living room and one on our bed
when we leave for work in the morning, and when we get home we'll find one
or both them somewhere else in the house. He's even pulled the blanket
from the bedroom (upstairs) down to the basement.

It's quite a sight to see - Ranger walking down the hallway, one corner of
the blanket in his mouth, the rest of the blanket between his legs, as he
walks stiff-legged trying not to step on it.

But Monday night he outdid himself. It has finally gotten chilly in
central Iowa, so Nancy put an extra blanket on our bed. Not a lightweight
blanket or a small throw, but a full queen-sized heavy-weight blanket.
Tuesday afternoon when I got home I found that heavy blanket down in the
dining room. It had been tucked under the mattress that morning. Ranger
must have had to really work to get it loose, let alone manage to haul it
down stairs.

That little guy takes his blanket-management responsibilities quite
seriously.