For reasons that I do not understand, Dane's socks always have holes in them. Expensive socks, cheap socks, it doesn't matter, he manages to rip holes in them. It's like his socks are disposable; he wears them, a hole appears, I throw them away. It's terribly wasteful, and the crafty homemaker inside me always thinks that there must be something that I could to do with all those holey socks.(dust rags, a quilt, sock monkeys?) While folding laundry one day I was, as usual, making a pile of socks to throw out when I looked down at Gavin and was struck by inspiration. I tied a couple of socks together and gave them to Gavin, he loved it! He chewed on them, played tug-o-war, slept with them... He was happy and I was feeling very smug about turning old socks into free dog toys. My smugness didn't last long. Now that Gavin thinks socks are toys putting on socks has become an adventure. When you have socks in hand intending to put them on your feet, guess who thinks you're playing with him? Oops.