Because one of our sweet doglets who shall remain nameless, is under the mistaken opinion that anything that is not nailed down (and a few things that have been) belong to her. I never have to look far to find my missing garden gloves--they will most certainly be in her bed hidden beneath a variety of her ill-gotten loot. It is not uncommon to see our determined collector sleeping beside her bed on the porch as there is no room in the bed for her with the heap of wrenches, boots, buckets, watering cans and yes, a full sized shovel. Clotheslines have proven to be far too much of a temptation for her and lately, she has taken a liking to the wood pile. Original 4 x 4 gallery-wrapped mini painting in a private collection.