Just got home from going to Williamsport for some dog food and RED ROBIN! Roads were not great going there, but much better on our way back. We have a total of 14" on the hill up to my birds. NOT cool man... And story!!! Marley is our chocolate lab. He is about 9 years old. I got him from the shelter and changed his name from "Rommie" to "Marley." Anyway, he started fitting into that name immediately. Would eat random things, refused to use the bathroom outside (until we made him WATCH our other Lab...) Well, today takes the cake. He went outside and apparently had a hard time of going number 2. We figured he had gotten into some food that made things move a bit slower. Anyway, he comes inside and I notice and extra thing "hanging" under his tail. Ah. PROBLEM. I yell at Brandon to stop and take him back outside. Brandon (hubby) says "Why?!" I told him there was an extra hanging bit on Marley. Brandon sees it and we just laugh and laugh as we take him back outside. I held Marley's head, Brandon tugged.... lo and behold! A washcloth. I do love that dog! LOL! Even at 9 years old, getting into mischief!