Scent of An Owner (WhooooWaaaa)
I have these random moments where I walk into a room and forget why I went in there in the first place, or I’ll be right in the middle of a sentence and completely lose my train of thought.
I know all of us have these absent-minded moments occasionally, but when I started seeing one of my shoes or socks lying in the middle of the living room floor, while the other shoe or sock is upstairs, I thought I officially lost it.
Yes, I have been working longer hours the past couple weeks, but am I really so tired that I’d only bring one shoe and one sock upstairs?
All questions of sanity were immediately cleared up today after Cindy and I got back from a trip to Costco. Sitting between one of my flip-flops and one of Cindy’s house slippers was that little white dog that lives with us.
Apparently, Casper has developed “Linus syndrome.”
Whenever Cindy and I leave the house more more than a few minutes, he runs upstairs and grabs something with our scent on it–thinking back to the last couple weeks, we’ve realized Casper has taken shirts, socks, and even a pair of my boxers once (how he’s managed to survive such close proximity to my dirty boxers and socks is a true testament to this little dude’s immune system).
So basically our clothing works as a security blanket for Casper, just like it did for Linus in the Peanuts cartoons.