Once  upon a time we had a bullmastiff named Hercules (pour some kibble out for our fallen homie). He possessed many interesting quirks one of which fascinated me more than the others. Before he'd sit on the couch (I'm those people. Not only do I allow dogs on furniture--I encourage it.) Hercules would gather the fleece blankets with his paws and “plump” them. He’d scrape and he’d collect ... Continue Reading