TMI

I normally don't share things too nasty because I blush real easily, but I am at my wits end and need your help. Plus, it is TMI Thursday over at LiLu's blog, so I might as well tell you today. Here goes.

In terms of chewing the typical stuff, Kona may be the best dog in the world. She doesn't gnaw on shoes, or furniture, or anything else that other dogs normally sink their teeth into.

No, no. Kona's chew toy of choice is my underwear. And by underwear, I mean dirty underwear.

I can't even tell you how many pairs of underwear I have gone through in the last two plus years. I always put my dirty underwear in the laundry basket and we usually shut our bedroom door when we are gone, but alas, we sometimes run out of the house and forget. Or in the case of today, we leave the overflowing basket in the hallway with the great intention of this forcing us to do laundry. Plus, once a period of time elapses and no underwear are destroyed, we start to get lax and think maybe she won't do it anymore. I know, I know. Joke is on us. Or more specifically, me.

So what inevitably happens when the basket is accessible? Kona tips it over and goes to town on my dirty underwear.

Today, after I came home and saw all the clothes on the floor, I decided I needed to do the laundry so I could find the destroyed pairs and broadcast them to the internet. Don't worry, I washed them before photographing the evidence. Oh, and excuse my granny panties. I prefer full coverage when wearing skirts and dresses.

Peek-a-boo panties:

Homemade crotchless panties:


This little hobby of hers is sick! And it is getting expensive.