All of our parents go through the loss of losing a sock. Most of the time us, furr butts are to blame or the dry got hungry again. Although, it is funny they only have an appetite for socks. Well, this one time it worked out great. When my mom lost her other "Poodle" sock, she thought it was the best thing since sliced bread. She decided to match it with her Golden Retriever sock. Now she has Goldendoodle socks.
Happy National Lost Sock Memorial Day