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Last night, Winslo threw up a pair of my underwear.
They were black. And lacy. And pretty much intact.
It's pretty gross, I know. But mostly I'm impressed by the fact that he knew if I found them ripped up he'd get in trouble. So he ate the evidence. If he hadn't tossed 'em up, I would have never known they were gone.
Dogs are weird.
