Every so often you hear about those people with serious hoarding problems. They live in a house that ends up being crammed with newspapers and clothing and furniture and whatever else they’ve picked up along the way, with no room to even move, all because they just can’t bring themselves to get rid of anything.
Well, a hoarder lives amongst us. Our little Cavalier has a problem:
This is about a week's worth of collecting, all done by her.
A very common conversation in our house goes something like this:
Me: Have you seen my [article of clothing]?
Melanie: Did you check Layla’s crate?
Are there dog hoarding specialists? Should we seek help?
Or perhaps Layla is smarter than we think and she’s secretly running a business selling all these items on eBay. Hey, that’s my shoe! It’s not for sale!
That is hysterical. At least there aren’t any “unmentionables” in the pile. Lol. She is such a cutie.
Actually, there are some “unmentionables,” they were just, luckily, hard to see in the photo. She’s got a lot crammed in there.
aw Layla…. dumpster diving again!