So the dog was not acting herself on Sunday. Wouldn't eat, kinda listless. Went for a walk, she seemed fine, pooped and all. Yesterday morning she stood up and barfed up a pair of socks. WTH? She is not an 'eater of things' kind of dog. The occasional meat-scented paper towel out of the trash, a kid toy or two when she was a pup and she did have a field day with a J.C. Penney catalogue once but .. . . socks??? We think she ate them Saturday night when we shot up to the mall for a bit after dinner. Guess she felt neglected. Dogs are such odd creatures sometimes..