Last night, there was a bit a problem with my penchant. My mother came in the house in a rush, flung her purse down, fool that she was, and I, of course, decided to have a bedtime snack. Unfortunately for me, a piece of the beloved Kleenex somehow became wrapped around one of my back teeth. I couldn't paw it out. I was making all kinds of strange gestures with my mouth, but in a subtle, doggy kind of way. Once my family discovered what I had been up to, I knew I was going to get scolded.

Well, let me tell you, those two were all over me like a cheap suit, once they found I was actually, in a way, ailing. My sister grabbed me and put me in a Hulk Hogan choke hold. She pried open my mouth, stuck her finger halfway down my throat, and began a hot quest to discover why I was whining.

She said to my mom, "Hah! I can see it, this boy has been eating you know what and it's stuck in the back of his mouth." Then I did a half-Nelson, broke free, and began running. Unfortunately, I wasn't quick enough and she caught me again.

Now I, being a canine of some importance, relented, and allowed her to remove the errant piece of tissue. I hope she doesn't choose dentistry as a career, because that girl is rough and tough and maybe even full of fleas. Ha ha, I just said that to get back at her for being so disparaging about my hobby.

Be aware that if you are going to be a K snatcher you have to be slick and quick.

Please respond if you are short, hairy, agile, and have a love for the softer, finer things in a box or someone's bag. Photos of both canine and Kleenex together are appreciated. Will respond in kind.

Cheers,

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