Socks

It was socks again this morning. Carefully carrying them downstairs with a Mother's care to disappear in the long wet grass, Bliss finds a little hiding place for one of my 'used' socks in the garden. Probably the first of the day. But she isn't a Mother yet. Is she practising? Will she take her puppies softly in her mouth and carry them outside? Maybe she is planning already? Well I won't find out yet! She is just six and a half months old and has a lot of life's experiences to go through before having puppies. But eventually I find my socks and they are never harmed - just a bit soggy!