I’m not a person who goes for lots of sexy lacey underwear, but I have my share, or at least had. When I came home that evening, she had grabbed the cloths from the “to-be-washed” basket, and had chewed up my best underwear; there were actually just a few strands of pink lace lying around and a couple tangled in her hair. I couldn’t believe it, but thought it had to do with missing me, feeling lonely and such.

I bought her a few toys, spent a lot of time playing with her, even gave her an old t-shirt of mine, so that it had my scent and she wouldn’t miss me.  Next morning I left for work, she didn’t even walk me to the door! When I came home, my pink cotton panties were her new chew-toy. I couldn’t believe it.

So I tried giving her an old pair of panties to play with, my mistake? They were blue. Next day, when I came home from work, she had managed to get my pink bra tangled around her neck and the matching panties were… threads.

So I added up and came to the conclusion she had a thing with pink…I called the vet, Schatzi’s vet is a very nice lady who has many dogs, so I thought she might have a good idea to help me.

When I finished talking I took Schatzi shopping, she ended up with a pink hanky she wears around her neck. Ever since that day, she hasn’t touched my underwear, but on the other hand… I have no pink underwear left after those few days!!!